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i should never have spent on,

thoes god damn meatballs,

just burnt a hole in my scomach,

i them vomited up them all.



i hadnt the strengh to stand,

one by one they rose out of me,

made me feel compleatly numb,

a opened my eyes and black i see.



i layed in your arms in a  gaze

you shook me hard to get a answer

i was bearly there to say im ok

just wishing my heart woud beat faster



then i feel my right side go numb

my whole pale face grew stone cold

when i come to you ask how i feel

i say 'i duno, just incredably old'



i now start shaking, twoofing agin

you offer your arm as i feel week

i turn to take a bite on the vein

but i have lost my strengh to feed





i should never have spent on,

thoes god damn meatballs,

but thankfully you were there

to help me thrugh it all.