sad lifeIm crying i am bleeding i am hurting i am screamingsad life
I can let these feeling build up inside, i must find some- where dark so i can hide.
I pull out the blade,as tears run down my face, i slice open my flesh, im such a disgrace.
How many times will it take, till i learn from my mistakes.
Im taking my life,every time i pull out that knife, i strech out my arm and then i slice, this feeling isnt bad, its actully nice
Some say im sick,when they see my wrist, I tell them im fine,look arnt i alive, but really i am not afride of death i just want to
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At times, it seems like we're not getting anywhere, when in fact, we are...
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Jesus had powers... lots... so does chris angle... i only have one power... the ability to explode. i can only do it once and so far i havent tried it yet. but i assume it will be awesome.
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I' sad when you're away.
I'M sad when you're with me.
I know you poison me.
I want to kill you.
But I love you
And i will die for you.
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See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
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See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
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I'm liar
Greatly appreciated!!
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See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
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I'm liar
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See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
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See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
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