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Hiya ppl i'm doing good today i aced meh biology test homies what wooooooooo 99 out of a 100 woooooooo yeah bored besides that well i guess thats it so ttyl
Poem of the day
trust shattered,
As you hit me,
My bodys bruised and battered,
eventually my pain will ease,
I'm Watching you,
From the darkness of my soul,
Holding on to this one last truth,
Everyone will eventually pay his toll!
The T.V turns to static as you drool,
The knive flashs from the light,
As a red stream comes into the pool,
To end your life on this night,
I'm Free from pain,
My live is saved,
My future is all that is left to gain,
thanks to the toll you paid,
Life is gone for me,
Because of the things i've done,
Since i have become the thing i didnt want to be,
I must stop myself changing into what i've become.
Song of the day
Fist Full Of Sand
Five Iron Frenzy
Up from the sands of the mighty
Sahara comes, our hero bold,
who so its told, is a lot like you
and me. His passion burns, the
world it turns, he fills his had to fill
the void, and fuels the constant
feeling, of nothingness insided his
soul.
Feels like nothing ever did.
Kills like nothing ever could.
Dark and jaded world I hated,
everything I left behind. I don't
need you, and I dont want you,
world that left me blind.
Beneath the sands of the mighty
Sahara lies, buried treasure
sunken deep in darkened tombs
where dead men sleep. Gold fills
hands, or is it sand, the same that
covers everything? Where cities
stood, soon deserts found, now
sink beneath the swelling ground.
The world is for the taking. This
world is suffocating. Plastic bags
of novacain, some PCP to kill the
pain. Build a tomb to store you
rust, moth-eaten piles of blowing
dust.
Uner the sands of the mighty
Sahara, goes our hero bold,
in search of gold, a casket for a
dying world. Our hero stands,
with wealth in hand, the prize for his
endeavors. The masses cheer, to
hide thier fears that no man lives
forever.
Qoute of the day
"Its national Poke the fat kid day"...T_T my friend jared *poke me and you die* *is holding long sharp knife in his hand ready to stab*
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think i got a tan from the light that i was basken...Relient K