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"dear, dear diary...
i wanna tell my secrets
and i dont think you're the one i know who will keep them..."
Friday, August 25, 2006
quit wasting my time/ and what would you've got to say/ well things have got to change/ say this just isn't right/ i don't wanna have to fight/ and i think i'd better go/ cause this ain't working out any more/ and i'm sorry/
ihustle.
coke, tobacco and mixtapes.
so he's been losing a lot of sleep lately; on times when he doesnt take them pills. he tried to loosen up a little bit. let some things off of the mind. but it kept recurring back and forth. back and forth, and he tossed and turned. even the sheets loses its place on bed. music doesnt seem to work anymore. nothing could put him to sleep naturally. he's in an eminent danger. alert red.
he was obsessed. a break up or two had done him some damage. men never take him seriously. he was vengeful. did seem apt. enough to have a faggot with a crowbar stucked to his nose, his neck on a vice-grip and a chain saw running through his crotch. all chained up. he wont struggle because he knows he cant. begging for his life which was never meant to be. tearing tears of pain. breathing for hope. a rude awakening. that taunting ring.
she tossed her phone aside as she lay down comfortably in bed. her eyes were closing. playing tricks on her. then came a message on her cell. the boy had wished her good night. she took off to dream land. nobody knew what happened to her in dream land. guess the boy will have to wait till she lands back on her bed again. he is missing her. but she never knew.
in your face 5:58 PM
C u r t a i n sC l o s e d
footprints;
recommended cbox
links
credits
add a calendar here if you want.
or whatever! this is your free space! (:
the codings have been resolved! yay! (:
you may change the option form (the links)
just DON'T touch credits. (:
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