i fell like a sharp object was shot at me and hit dead senter in my heart
cuse it is days like this i wish i wolde die
there is some mush s**t that is boled up in side i feel like im going to exsplode and wash u all lafe at me for ever
so the next punk a** bi**h that calls me ******** emo i sware i will hunt u down and ripe ur fuking hart out im not fuking joking im sick and tierd of that fuking bull s**t
im a fuking goth there is a fuking difrence
so wene u read this im sorry if it efends eny one so sorry
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the end is nere the runig for fun and happynes is coming and the grim reaper is going to war
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