May 12, 2005 04:48
My crimson covered hands - clutch heart strings newly broken
moths breed in my entrails - hate washes through my fucking veins
friendship turns to disease - afflicting the weak of mind and heart
you are the growing cancer - eating at my fondest memories
ill post the 2nd part tomorrow and so on
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yep. ♥
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Ta ta.
|Kat|
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YOU BETTER OR ELSE! ♥
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lol i love you too liz :)
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