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MY JOURNAL A place where hatred lurks says of jealosy and declarations of sorts A place where feelings are buried yet to be uncovered THey are explanations of the dark and murky A place searched of reason of life dissapointment through the knife pain and pleasure though all might Cancellation of all things Profound meanings through each way that burning hatred simmering quietly inside MY Jounal is the key to my life
N A I V E - M U F F I N · Sun Dec 24, 2006 @ 10:37pm · 0 Comments |