December
January 2010
<------vecka 8
Im getting buried in this place. I got no room your, in my face. Don't say anything just go away.
The writings on the wall, you've read that i'll be gone, but if you call my name. Just know that i'll come running, for one more night to spare with you. This is where I'm meant to be. Please don't
THE LYING, THE BLEEDING, THE SCREAMING, WAS TEARING ME APART. THE HATRED, DECIEVING, THE
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