well today was a unkind day, for the blade crossed my wrist as if it was butter *drip drip drip* was all you herd and the silent whimpers of my cry
i feel too tired to do anything at all, i feel as if i hav been drained of all my streghths and i feel so weak!
i have felt that death to me is the only answer i have planed my dream funeral too, black rose's, black candels on skull candel holders and a black coffin lined with blood red silk. its funny how u think of death u never realy think anything of it but wen u face it u are scared as fuck.
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coolleyhou
20:09 Mar 08 2010
you sound retarded.