Boredom, by . QUEENIE . |
it isnt easy to accept the fact that when one is bored of living and thinking of death you can't go back. when boredom strikes angry, young and sad soemtiems teh mind wanders and we start to think things bad. drugs and sex love lives, music young things that seem so innocent and yet boredom. xoxo Kyelle |
Posted: 2005-04-07 14:50:14 UTC |
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2009-05-05 01:43:17 | Janae_WITH pasion |
good i could read this over and over |