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I_Love_sandy. "last call"
written by Genocide Reaper05:48 AM 10/21/04| I was reading over a sad childs life, her words seem some what fake, yet the pain and obsession is real. She tends to be, a little more than a mind boggleing steal. Steal of calm, it just grinds paitence into the ground when you think about being the one on the opposite end being tormented with guilt, and empty threats, no more, little sociopath, your gone, are you in the sanitarium? Did you finally get put where you belong. No don't answer that. Just leave me alone. I'm sorry little girl, I can't let this go, all those things you put Kahno through, what did he do to deserve such a mess? Bullshit fest is what it seems like in my eyes. Little kids playing possesive Gods. I guess bliss is within the slash of a wrist right? And thats why you "did it" that night? I guess we'll never know, because now you are too affraid to return, cherry bliss. I mean Sandy. I mean, miss one in the same, I mean miss lets blame kahno and everyone who commented. My bad, I'm sorry I meant, you obsessive psychotic, young sociopath with out a bit of courage to confess and admit you were wrong, and continue writeing. Then a few wil moan and bitch, but you can scratch your creative itch. Don't run away, that just shows us how much you want to play. Paper dolls, after all, its just a game. Locked in a zoo for the insane, side show freaks of fame. Names made of Emotion, lives tainted with sin, serial killers inside our minds, stalkers of the darkest coldest crueltys we hide within our very own insides. Little girl, why did you continue your quest of detest? distaste and mutual hate? Was it you couldn't help but do nothing but try and pass a guilt trip onto everyone you met? You love Kahno, but you tormented him so. I would say the wiccan with a plan just needs to wake up, and realize your life isn't through, the slit you didn't do. No suicide, just constant childish cries. Come back, even in fear, show us why you might actually belong here. After you relax, lay back, and say fuck it all. I don't give a rats ass. you might write better, stronger, more meaningful words instead of. "Boo hoo. Kill me. Boo hoo, I miss him.. Its hist fault. I'll try to brainwash myself by repeating it." Join the world of weapons and war, come back to kill the child inside and bleed yourself dry, meaning, come to life in a different way, heed my warning until your soul flys in the sky. Now put yourself on a permenant mental high. Build yourself, this is the only hope I'll give you child. Now follow through. Or be known now and forever a coward without worth. After that, you might aswell be dead. and the thought of you shouldn't be in anyone heres head. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Hey, I'm obviously one of the smarter ones that sees through your ultimate attempt to guilt trip him.. Just walk away, and go back to writeing release those meaningless feelings, that puppy love.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by psychopathicmonkey (11-12-2004 - 01:39 AM)
| wow i haven't been paying attention to this. she actually lied? stupid bitch
it's not funny to joke round like that |
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