Death wish
The only thing I wish,
is a knife on my wrist.
Let it slide,
let me bleed.
So I can escape from this misery
is a knife on my wrist.
Let it slide,
let me bleed.
So I can escape from this misery
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| Auteur: The Stuffer | 
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| Gepubliceerd op: 28 september 2004 | ||
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