sorry, by KristenAlger |
im sorry, its not my fault it really helps to let it bleed it drips down my arm i have a tear for every cut the blood it helps to make me good i slit my wrists to say i hate this this world sucks nobody loves me! i ask nyself why do cry? and then i ansewer i dont know... after all im not afraid of dying |
Posted: 2008-02-09 07:42:01 UTC |
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