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End Of A Year You Are Beneath Me

Give me a call when your marriage dissolves. Dial my phone when the family stalls. Reach out for me when you've nothing at all. I'll be reaching right

a wintry mix. And here's the twist: I torched your coat. Grandpa died on far-off frontlines, But that's not the end for me. I much prefer warmth and

forget. And then. My consistent request, to those who might save me from this. Both feet in quickrete. Both drums rupture. Both lungs burst, from what you put me

farm a garrote. Now here's how you solve them: Put your knee in my back, let your hands do the sawing. What I wouldn't give for a billion smaller problems

for him. Unsolicited opinion: I don't like the men you're with. A reoccurring idea: White sands with no end; a sunny day with no wind. You firmly planted

me) How unlikely I found someone to soothe my psyke so write me cuz you make me wanna pull a nike words on the tip of my tongue and it might be urge

final destination This is the great disaster Crawling from beneath Mournful, the final words are spoken Without life I must remain The truth lies for me

sorrow claims a soul There's little hope and endless pain leaving me broken and weak Deathlike in trance I'm quickly fading oh God you've forsaken me These are

at once you're blinded by the flashing lights A blessing in disguise Every time you stop to think You waste another precious moment And every time you draw another breath You