Drunk from the fire I hold in my hand, imprisoned in pitty, pothetic I am. Crying to god and satan at the same time, drowning in tears, and supressing my pain. Standing alone and facing the sky, why won't you listen? Why can't I die?
DIE MOTHER****ER!!
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
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