I grit my teeth and it worked i tried and my quirk was undone and alas my love was up with and andy the end.
Its okay to go back so long as its up, its ok too fall down as long as your standing back up...look at my life, look in the mirror you fool. sick to your stomach from the image in front it, causes a hemmorage in my heart, i bleed and steal from the blood i wish to drink my l ife, its all i know for the same....Lord sees me and spites my soul, i'm sure hes here now despite my roll, i have the feeling as if i'm higher, although my bones defile my aire, dear sire, plz forgive the forgetfullness of my pest the wicked witch i feel in love with on the west, oh and of course, the death whom i take next.
III
Saturday, March 20, 2010
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