DIE |
wELL I wANT pEOPLe TO fUCKEN DIe LiKE eVeRY ONe . AT oNCE . lIKE ALL OF U . IN FUCKEeN fIRE . U AlL MAKe ME fUCKEN sICK , WITh mEANINGLEss THOUGHTS OF HOpE AND fUcKEN FUCKED dREaMS OF NUTHING BU...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Mar 2008 17:56:00 GMT |
poem |
some morings i wake up sad and others i wake up happy . but still i can never tell if the day is good nor crappy . . i allways am alone inside my mind .finding ways to pass the time . but still ...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Aug 2007 00:23:00 GMT |
