By random1986
My Fear. the fear fo doing the mummy things that mother did. guns dont kill bordom does when you cut too deep and regret your last breath. Written April 22nd, 2002 © on Apr 22 2002 04:25 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"My Fear...."
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"My Fear...." by random1986
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"They watched as he twisted and circled they rioted when he fell to the ground It keeps me weak it snaps my neck too young to pay painful respects a legend to mystery is that what you expect? it kee..."
"Ignorance dissolves understanding broken by glass time fratchered by bliss as your eyes your eyes stare. they creep behind you dissolve the truth breeding the weak bleeding into this situation they m..."
"Give me some faith to stop me tearing my mouth apart give me some security to stop me fearing my life fearing a long silence still hiding from myself ashamed of my inner weakness still ashamed of mys..."
"i remember being too scared to open my eyes everything seems so insignificant pictures painted to match faces narrow white rooms all look the same and all i want to do is live everything is ridiculou..."
"shes a perfect disease a pretty little thing lost in despiration lost in pity pretentious little hore dipped in insecurity lost in despiration lost in insecurity lost in self esteem hostility and ju..."
"Floating on air riding on sweat and rouge sticky hands rub your tired neck take deep breathes count to ten, count it in moving closer guided by confused eyes insiding agrevates irratates motivates to..."
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