

unknown title...In this scrutinizing world of hate and pain, what do we have left but sin for gain?unknown title...
Our proclivity that doesn't cease for distruction as if from a thriving beast.
our aptitude is gaining fast, yet we no longer use it for the best. but for temtation for creating scars.
What should one do but turn away, and participate in this odious day?


How Do You Do?How Do You Do? By: addie slebodnikHow Do You Do?
these are only words powerful words maybe seamless thoughts unrefined anguish & dementia screaming, will someone listen resurfacing tides
drowning away drowning, choking singing and swaying morbid tiles twisting wrenching gut please don't cut metal blood clot, hold, searing pain what will be at gain
kill kill kill 666 the beast within drive me over over the egde over the cliff over a pier beyond my mind let me unwind crying &nbs
Gawd, looking back at my old posts, I think I must get high the second I come onto your page. The stuff I write is nuts...lol...hence the reason for the "rock my socks" bit.
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So sick and tired of living and so afraid to die.
I've lived so many lives and still I wonder why.
The way the world perceives me is not the way I am.
The one half thinks I'm crazy. The other thinks I'm mad. ~Ozzy
^_^ Wendy
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So sick and tired of living and so afraid to die.
I've lived so many lives and still I wonder why.
The way the world perceives me is not the way I am.
The one half thinks I'm crazy. The other thinks I'm mad. ~Ozzy
^_^ Wendy
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So sick and tired of living and so afraid to die.
I've lived so many lives and still I wonder why.
The way the world perceives me is not the way I am.
The one half thinks I'm crazy. The other thinks I'm mad. ~Ozzy
^_^ Wendy
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So sick and tired of living and so afraid to die.
I've lived so many lives and still I wonder why.
The way the world perceives me is not the way I am.
The one half thinks I'm crazy. The other thinks I'm mad. ~Ozzy
^_^ Wendy
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So sick and tired of living and so afraid to die.
I've lived so many lives and still I wonder why.
The way the world perceives me is not the way I am.
The one half thinks I'm crazy. The other thinks I'm mad. ~Ozzy
^_^ Wendy
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