On my bedroom wall.

Sep 27, 2003 09:35

I’ve spent so much time crying over
broken truth, why should I believe
anything anymore? I’ve spent too much
time crying over you, so why do I even
try?

One free moral wrapped around his
diseased finger, cold and at death he
weeps. One word, one love to take his
life away. Freedom in the minds of many
Bliss.

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shadowdemon_ak September 26 2003, 18:04:38 UTC
Are you ok Grace?

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forever_psycho September 28 2003, 01:21:55 UTC
Why wouldn't she be? She's putting stuff from her walls onto her LJ, because her walls are (If I remember correctly) covered in wallpaper/paint.

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shadowdemon_ak September 28 2003, 02:10:36 UTC
ah

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