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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2014 1:03:16 GMT
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i cant take it anymore everything is hard nowadays i cant live i don't want to live i need to end it end it quick quick and fast nooses are slow,painful deaths not that i want to end it now the gun? no,a waste though,it wont matter but then again toaster?tub? too painful i need it to be painless gun it it i put it to my head and pull-
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2014 1:05:45 GMT
Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind, Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky And the affrighted steed ran on alone, Do not weep. War is kind.
Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment, Little souls who thirst for fight, These men were born to drill and die. The unexplained glory flies above them. Great is the battle-god, great, and his kingdom-- A field where a thousand corpses lie.
Do not weep, babe, for war is kind. Because your father tumbles in the yellow trenches, Raged at his breast, gulped and died, Do not weep. War is kind.
Swift blazing flag of the regiment, Eagle with crest of red and gold, These men were born to drill and die. Point for them the virtue of slaughter, Make plain to them the excellence of killing And a field where a thousand corpses lie.
Mother whose heart hung humble as a button On the bright splendid shroud of your son, Do not weep. War is kind!
By Stephen Crane.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2014 1:12:24 GMT
only sad poetry to be here no happy endings at all it takes luck to say it to her forgive thou sins pull the trigger happily ever after afterall tie it to thou neck and fall swinging back and forth dead oh joy!so pale,yet so gay! put thy gun to the temples and-*bang* thou ist dead
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2014 1:27:29 GMT
That was fairly fucking sad.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2017 3:10:45 GMT
only sad poetry to be here no happy endings at all it takes luck to say it to her forgive thou sins pull the trigger happily ever after afterall tie it to thou neck and fall swinging back and forth dead oh joy!so pale,yet so gay! put thy gun to the temples and-*bang* thou ist dead
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