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[strisciamento]

dont know where to begin. its been a while since my trip into cyber world. and too much stuff has happened, i dont have time to say it. too much ian stuff. too much drugs for my baby body. too much now. too much too much. too much in such a short time.the girls and their gross juvenileuvinal clothing. what? hes a pig ad i dont like him. he is

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[6fingrbassfreek]

wow, i missed this one somehow. I don't understand the last paragraph, but i guess that's the nature of the beast... being cryptic that is.
weirdness, maybe you could explain how this pertains to me?

[strisciamento]

sure..

Glass Casket"
who is this sad little girl, lost in her fake plastic world
imprisioned by the walls she buit around herself
a prisoner to herself, in this ancient castle
all the beautiful things go unnoticed
only the ugliest of emotions are tended
she knows pain, she knows misery
but she doesn't know love, it's still a mystery
she knows of hate and anger
but still, love escapes her
she knows of life and death, but nothing in between
she thinks she knows this world, this world she has never seen
she thinks she knows what life is,
she only knows what life has been
i wish that i could save her
but she built her barriers impenetrable
all i can do is watch her rot
locked away in her imaginary glass casket.

[6fingrbassfreek]

Partially inspired by a thought/image planted in my head, by you.... okay ,,, the 2nd to last paragraph then

[strisciamento]

oh, i getcha. the date em rape em part didnt really pertain to you. when i vent, its all very scrambled and intermixed.