my journey, by Erika |
my journies in life are going to be hard to get through it is especially when you hate the world for the crap you have to go through for no da** good reason just because someone was so cruel and possest by the devil to do crap to people so they can live in missory. |
Posted: 2006-01-17 22:14:31 UTC |
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