Friday, February 24, 2006

this is the post effect of the first lie.

glass falls like rain.
bleeding from all holes.
needles sticking out from the back of the head.
fractured shoulders.
running bare footed on grounds field with glass.
stretched lips.

for love,
u went to bed covered with gasoline with me,
and set fire to it.

y all this when everything ends on the day u die?

06/06/06
1:39 PM

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