Posted by kellyr. on June 5, 2004, at 21:56:18
Life planned out befofe 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, because they think they save you from your HELL
follow me and die.
Heaven you will meet.
poster:kellyr.
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