2004-08-27 - 2:30 a.m.
IT was the last shred of anything I held onto. always there, bringing me home drunk, safety switch on the revolver.
Little red lights in the woods a night, humming and winking at me. I don't care how scared I am anymore, take my hand and lead me home, this one is unrecognizable.
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