oh how harsh his words are. but if only he new. his dreams will be filled with pain. each of his cuts will open right before his last minutes worth of air. i go to his funeral, gaze at his pale face and spit on his cold body. yes, i'll sleep soundly tonight knowing he's good as death. these seem like harsh, sick words but people i'm tired of being walked on. i can be your friend, or your worst enemy. thats how i am. i love him not, i never did, i was just saying that, but now i see it was useless.
So On March 23 2008 I'll be wearing all black, i'll be smiling, smiling because he will be suffering. much love heart -Pixie_Secanti
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Never let them see you cry, just laugh, smile and watch them die
