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every inch of his body red with blood.
just like a morbid flood.
memories flashing
as they keep on bashing.
nothing to keep living for
why keep fighting any more.
there voices screaming
no theres no more dreaming.
why belive
when there just going to leave.
im through
this in front of you is all true.
your all loose
this is our final truce.
it was never going to be alright
and i now realise as i see the light.
what do you do when ur life supply runs dry?
i had to say goodbye.
let me go
let my spirit flow.
Thats for my cousin terri who recently died tragicaly.
xxx R.I.P. terri.
keep flying high man.
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