Posted by kellyr on March 8, 2004, at 21:12:56
Life planned out before my birth nothing could i say, had no chance to see myself.
Kill, it's such a friendly word, seems the only way for reaching out again.
Living on your knees conformity; or dying on your feet for honesty.
I'm your source of self-destruction, i'm twisting your mind and smashing your dreams.
Fear of living on and thinking "I was born for dying".
But they take you away , cause they think they save you from your HELL. "follow me and die".
"Heaven you will meet"
poster:kellyr
thread:322225
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