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Damn. I'm deranged.
written by Genocide Reaper05:36 AM 8/10/04| Damn I am deranged for life. And I can believe I know why you run and hide. Damn, this is dedication to Desperate Education of the Morbid, Doused in blood. Soaked in a Pitch Black shade that seeps into the soul, it shades us from the Light, absorbing it all until it disconnects. DAMN! I am DERANGED FOR LIFE! And I can't believe I'm a Jekal and a Hyde!. And I can't believe I'm alright! Damn. I am Deranged for life, like a sick, porno fight. Damn, I am deranged for life, like a Wicked turning point. Damn. I am Deranged for Life. Falling in love with the Night. Trusting in no one. Living in my Shadowed Faith. Praying to the Face of Death. Boney and lonely yet still not alone, by myself, but as I said not alone.. I'm just Unknown inside of this Darkened world! |
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Its got a ring to it.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by SuperBob (8-10-2004 - 05:42 AM)
| mmm...a most tantlizing ring to it..*drools* |
by psycho_bunny (8-10-2004 - 06:12 AM)
| excellent form my good man... lol yes a very good ring indeed...
*thumbs up* |
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