Walking forward no turning back
I think about the memories which I didn't pack
I know for certain I'll miss you
but the rain drowns out my sense,
I walk out on your kisses too
my fists are bruised and tense
my skin is scratched and bloody
I'm sure that yours is worse,
my feet are sore and muddy...
I'm dying from your VIOLENT CURSE
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Written September 17th, 2006
