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please vote for me. i need the money for college.
GIVE ME A NUMBER:
You can pick more than one..
1= I like you
2= I love you
3= You're funny
4= You're cool
5= I don't really care for your personality
6= I wanna be on you!
7= You're sexy
8= You have a nice body
9= I hate you
10= You're boring
11= your gay and your just a waist of air
12= You have an awesome personality
13= I want to kiss every part of your body
14= I wanna do you 'til you scream my name
15= I want to go out with you
16= I'm looking for a relationship with you
17= be wit me
18= you're cute
19= i dont know you?
20= i want you in my life
When I fall, I fall far.
I guess that's what I get for standing tall.
And when I see, I see clear.
I'm looking but it's blurred.
One day the world will turn and try to forget you.
Just remember to have fun.
its too late, too soon.
With this knife i'll cut out the part of me
The part that cares for you
With this knife i'll cut out the heart of me
The heart that cares for you
I can't believe the way you took me down
I never saw the pain
Coming in a million broken miles
Like poison for my veins
part of: with this knife-smile empty soul
yeah....thats pretty much how i feel right now...in a nut shell
She stepped forward. My sharp silver blade hit her throat in perfect aim. The second it took me to draw the long line on her neck was glorious. I watched as blood spilt from her and fell in beautiful red pools on the cold floor. Her body fell limp to the ground as the liquid quivered a little around her dead corpse. I slowly moved back and lowered my hand to look at the red stain on the knife. It glimmered in the light and only made more sense of what I had done. I knelt down by the body and drew my blade back up, nearest her heart. I etched an X where the empty space that would have held a heart would have been. She had no heart. Just a beat. A slow, cold, cruel beat that could calm the seas and kill a man in his steps. Small lines of blood started to seep through the flesh and show the X’s nature. I raised myself up and cleaned the sharp knife on my black sweatshirt. A freedom swept over me as death wasn’t standing far behind.