:mellow: im not exactly sure how i feel about this... its a poem about death so... what is the hate? i mean, who is hating what or whom?? i...
Wow, thanks for your input. True, I was vague -- my general idea was to leave a lot to the imagination. Besides, its very hard for me to open up...
to you i pour my soul as a drunken man staggers through the door i clutch my blanket close cold lightning strikes my core my blanket grows cold...
aww babes - maybe ill write about my dad here :argh: --- ill consider it.
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