| trying to keep my head on straight tring to think my life is great thinking mabe it wil be better when i am gone. Everyday i find some reason to end it all... and everyday i find some reson to live... Don't really know what to do, I know that a couple people will miss me in general... they all dispise my black heart. People think i am evil cuz i dress different... Do you know what i have to say to them... F*c|< YOU. You people mean nothing to me I had a reason to die this morning now... I have a reason to live... My reason is to make you f*c|<ing parish... In your PrEjUdUcE, mEaNiNgLeSs, MaInStReAm, Po$eR life..... ---;--{@ this poem by Candace Kennedy @}--;--- |
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