not really going to do much.oh i got a new dog today named shadow.
oh yea i wrote this poem.
two shots of hate from a mouth as loud as a gun,
like an assasin ... who does it for fun.
two deafening blows in a war that has just begun,
life gone away...i'm done.
two red roses sitting on my coffin, the wind blows, leaving only one
the world i know disappears...like the setting sun.
if you think its good leave a comment.
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