slow death, by coby Subscribe to rss feed for coby

born dying 
but rush, rush, rush 
faster faster 
hurry up to die 
do this do that all in vain 
know this know that 
you're born dying 

if we're born to die than whats here to learn but the
language 
what do you need to know 

live fun, love wild, die quick...
Posted: 2010-01-16 18:06:23 UTC

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