GuiltyA Poem by siritighten the handcuffs pleaseAll i see is four outlines of the same damn thing im way to fucked up to drive my choices were driven by emotions emotions that i never posess emotions of built up anger exploding the top of the bottle for myself, for you, for the man now with my mind back on track with sence and reality i feel stupid i get flashbacks of imaginary blood the man lay broken on my windshield from power i should never hold because this power i cant even control luckily noone actually died and its just my thoughts f*****g with my mind but to me its real i killed someone tonight even if he was just imaginary
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Added on October 4, 2009AuthorsiriAlbuquerque, NMAboutboom boom boom la la la la la hey you! yeah you! Im pointing at you now... ... i guess some part of me is always gonna be pointing at you...or the other person thats reading this...until of cours.. more..Writing
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