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You can either trick her into thinking your special Or You can threaten to leave her Which one would you rather kill her with?
I walk out of my house with a smile, I feel today will be great. During advisory I rush to the library Because of an unfinished essay.   I sit there and type Typing as fast as my fingers will go.
Words like rain.   Words drop like a constant rain, Drowning out all that is humane   Words like rain.   At first start small
The autumn air has become thick Filled with fear and desperation What was once home Has become Hell on earth Destruction rapes the surface While the sky explodes with fire
it comes alive in the nightand growslike a bonfiresmoking dreams offalse tomorrows.but like me, we know tomorrow's a mysteryfilled with uncertainty and butterflies that fly 
We cannot say what we are not,  
I saw The shadows feed I fall Finally cut too deep I call Out can't you see? I'm flawed So from the heart I bleed I'm lost Give up I'm finally beat They killed 
WHY?  WHY?  WHY?  WHY?  WHY?  WHY?  WHY?  Why did we killed in Vietnam?  Why were we born?  Just to die.  And have our names. 
mmmmmm. Your hands are warm...and also clammy Maybe it's cause you're nervous or maybe you're not.   In the end it doesnt matter because after it's done,it's done.
Bang...Bang is the sound we used to make as kids playing? Cops and robbers to the sound we make now as adults with real guns.
You Killed
'Tis a Lethean shore     Written upon a writhing worm --- A half-winged bedight seraph of yore    Coos, in a butterfly's term, Amidst a nebulous crowd, hearing
Words kill more than bones heal. Yet we say sticks and stones.
As I drive, I suddenly feel the need
I hold my words silently, but you've no idea how much I want to blast them within your ears,-
Oh sun, Oh sun How he does rise To watch the cheerful play, See him illuminate the skies, And hide before each day, Oh sun, oh sun What warmth he brings, To ever leaf and flower,
Silence is the killer, the murderer most formidable, abducting peace from Solution’s stronghold- mellowing a path toward never-ending Havoc, who takes rightful partnership alongside his accomplice.
Sometimes, I strike it low. I hit rock bottom. I fall. And I'll lay there for a minute, shocked by cold concrete. Bare. Skull-shattering. There's a reason I'm here.
    The room goes cold The door squeaks open And footsteps grow louder A hand grabs the covers
Some secrets are best kept quiet But I can hear the lies through the silence You make eye contact with me while pushing away Your eyes darken as you press me to say, "Oh darling, I love you, I swear it to be true!"
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Guns don’t kill people People kill people People with guns kill people People for fun kill people People with psychotic dispositions kill people People with the wrong mental composition kill people
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