reeces poem |
As i play with this bullet i think long and hard,
as i lowed this gun i think y it is so hard,
as i place this gun to my temple ive lost my heart,
i prepare to die,
pull this triger and then,
i die..... Posted by on Wed, 02 May 2007 05:47:00 GMT |
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just wen i fort my life was goin good thought i ad everything i needed nd was happy untill i got fukd ova my 3 ov my friendz well fort they wer my friendz...i dnt kno why i let em do it i got warned b... Posted by on Sun, 14 Jan 2007 17:45:00 GMT |