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An-emo
written by DarkAngelBlood09:35 PM 6/9/04I write things that are real. I write things that you can't feel. You can't understand my emotions. There's a beginning, but I can't find an end. It's hard to stop the anger that I send. People ask me why I paint my nails black. I give them an attitude and turn my back. It's not my fault I get enraged sometimes. I just freak out and step out of line. I trying to explain I bite my teeth everytime I speak. I clench my hands and make them into power packed punches. However, I'm not a bully. I don't steal little kids lunches. I just keep it bottled inside til' I can't hide any longer. When I came from where I came, I always believed I was a goner. There was no way I could make it through the fight with myself. I desire to bleed dark red blood. Sometimes I like pain. People tell me it's not so good, but they've never tried it before.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by just _me (6-9-2004 - 10:21 PM)
| hahah so taht was nice but trust me know what you mean nice one though bubye
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