20/2/09
They say write what you know
So I have written misery,
tragedy and pessism,
And I’m sorry if it’s tiresome,
But I can’t write what I don’t know.
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- Pretence.
- Diseased
- Standing Still
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- Literal metaphor
- Fly To A Spider
- *unnamed*
- Suicidal Pen
- Gears slip away
- Hell
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- On my hands
- Tiresome
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- Violence Doesn't Solve A Thing
- The End Of The World
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