The Runouts.
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| Mrs. Lee Jackass  Age: - Gender: - Posts: 1428  | The runouts. Under the air raid. As hearts fall in two. And fail at life. Both you and I. Just me and you. Ain't it kind of sad? That this isn't a tragedy It's one thing, Which becomes another Sending away my prayers It's cementing our hands, With dead blood. Dry us out, with dry ice. Dragging us to hell. I hope I can't hear you scream my holy name that brings us closer and we all runout from under the tracks as the trains go by. Ain't it kind of sad? That it isn't a tragedy It's one thing, Which becomes another Take away my prayers It's cementing our hands, With dead blood Dry us out, with dry ice. With all your fears. We'll cry with tears. As he grips you. Dragging us to hell. I don't understand why I wrote this, so if you don't understand it either, don't ask me.  |
| Neil Patrick Harris Geek  Age: 34 Gender: Female Posts: 457 | sounds really metaphorical! *nods* good good  |
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