Life

by Shalena   Jul 16, 2006


The past memories burn our minds with pain
Families are filled with people who blame
Hate goes through us to create such sin
We purge our bodies to make us thin
Fear takes us to the next level
Then we have people who worship the devil
We think life a crappy thing to go through
But its all we ever have to look forward to

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