In the end

by SatansDevotion   May 4, 2005


You can cry until there is nothing wet in you, you can scream and curse to where your throat rebels and ruptures, you can pray all you wnat to what ever god you think will listen, and still it makes no difference, its goes on with no sigh as to when it might release you, and you know that if it ever did relent, it wasn't because it cared. ~JTHM~
*written in blood before the world went black*

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