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Trust

I don't think you trust enough,
In my righteous suicide
Well, you better trust
Cause I'm not just raising dust
I am serious about this, FUCK !

When my sun goes black,
When my mind gets cracked
When my will turns fake
When my guide is shy
That’s when I will cry
That’s when you  will trust
Trust in my suicide.

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  • celadia
    December 5, 2008

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    this is a rant and maybe even a cry for help or at least for someone to listen. I'm not sure how you could improve it because the strongest part of this is the anger and other emotions, how to keep the rawness while polishing it up? I'm not sure.