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R.I.P. Kurt Cobain.


Submitted:Oct 12, 2010    Reads: 44    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Even though they're in my head, I'm happy I've found my friends. They come as they are and they don't drain me. Here they are, Less dangerous, Come meet them, They're contagious. What are you doing? Hey, Wait, Don't walk away. Please oh please, Just stay. Listen, Let me not be the one. But will you still rape me? I know you like all those pretty songs? But have you decided to shoot your gun? Do you know what this means? I'm asking, Do you know what all of this means? No, I say, You don't, So fuck you, [not me] Let yourself die, [not me] And let my heart be unbroken..




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