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Some people say i'm demonic, but i really don't care what people think of me. Love me, hate me, i really don't care. I play the drums, bass, and guitar. I like thhe drums tha most though, just cause they're the loudest. I write to escape the real world. When I write, it's like nothing else matters anymore. I fell like time has come to an abrupt stop. |
I watch as the blood drips from her mouth.
The lifeless body she holds then falls to the...
I breathe in
It's like the scent of you is intoxicating...
If only you knew
How much I cared for you...
I put the blade up to my wrists, And pray they...
There's falllen angels at my feet They're...
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If God made everything, then doesn't that mean he made suffering, pain, hatred, death, sin, and worst of all, Hell? |
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Do you ever wonder why they call the airport "the terminal"? Why "abbreviated" is such a long word? If con is the opposite of pro, is congress the opposite of progress? |
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"Your dad is a bald, black woman?" -Karrie Pavish-Anderson |