
Saturday, February 24, 2007
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My time here is panic due to my predictions about my life about my mind and of my self convictions My sinking heart and troubled soul of what I cant imagine then reality brings back to me the vision of my madness. Please tie me up and silence me and bring me to the River drown my thoughts and turn my face to the one who knew me never
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Next time he gets drunk you could let him sleep on a wet paint brush. It cured me.
hahaha...Nice. Well, Im feeling awfuly guilty with my negative anger...the worst kind. Then again if I sewed my tongue to my lips I'd still sound the same. Complainer...
Thanks for your comments. Ive made one on your site as well. I like your humour.
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