get a gun.......... play with the barell roll it click.......... play it hear it live it breath it pull it pulled it! its wisper wind broke a wounded touch tragic life of stainless steel spoken took me away. gone................
Reason for writing:
i star at a pretty pistol! should i play with her? should i just think nothing and do it? lifes nothing annymore, then were the fucks my respect? what the fuck , im kool , im chilling , life sucks , but aint it fuckin great?
Birth sign: Aries
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