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War
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Little Black Book PM
Written 1-8-03. For someone who won't be named.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst - Words: 93 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 01-12-03 - id: 1175224
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Dying slowly
Not my fault
Cuz you're locked up
Inside a vault
Your cell of pain
Your mental strain
You slice your vein
Your blood you drain
I wish for help
Can't save yourself
There's no one else
That this way has felt
When I look
Into your eyes
I hear a voice
It burns inside
Refuse the help
You starve yourself
There's nothing left
He'll burn in hell
For what he's done
He's not the one
You're not his son
The war's begun
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