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Here we go. This is open.
written by Genocide Reaper07:59 AM 8/8/04| I'm paranoid again, my worst addiction, my worst habbit. I can't make it stop, and I can't make it go away.. maybe if I pray for it not to stay. Maybe if I ignore the sickening feeling I have in my Gut, Maybe the Sharp shooting pain will become it! I will remember I am the Man. I will remember never to beg! I will remember that I can! I will remember forever I have a Plan! I won't let you bring me down! Fuck you! and fuck your friends, heres the new Fad, heres the new Cascade of my View, welcome into the New. I'm anomalous I'm acrimony This is what is here to see, this is whats here to be. This is what you need to feel, fill your head, and tip the scale. I'm heading over the hill. So keep this in mind. Torn into Peices I won't and I will be this something none of you can hide, something that is full of Fucking pride. I'll show off my tendencies of fanatical unethical side affects. I'm speaking to the young generation, so you might want to try an assassination. |
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