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sykopathicfreek Junior Member
since 2003-04-22
Posts 24ohio, usa |
I trip myself on purpose it brings me joy I eat bullets for fun guns arent toys. Rocks to the head Razors to the fingers You would never guess how much i bleed as the stench of death lingers. Firecrackers between my lips Rusty nails in my feet I like the needle in the hip please what did you expect from someone who was mentally beat? |
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Justbleu Member Elite
since 1999-08-31
Posts 3329Oregon, Originally From Alaska :) |
Yep....this is dark!!!! Interesting write!!!!! Bridgette  "Somewhere, somehow, it should be possible to touch someone and never let go again. To hold someone, not for a moment but forever." Unknown |
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Brad Majors 
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
lovin it! |
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stupefied Junior Member
since 2003-04-26
Posts 12dead america |
i like it. i seriously do! just the thought of rusty nails in your feet, oh geez that makes me cringe. but i like it still  "sticks and stones are hard on bones aimed with angry art...words can sting like anything but silence...SILENCE BREAKS THE HEART... |
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Mon Cherie
since 2001-10-31
Posts 922Land of Never-ending Summers |
Cool...  Seems kinda painful though...  _,,,^.^,,,_ |
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