8 January 2009
I wish that you would hate me, then things would be so easy. Just get me off your mind. If the bitch would have a son, then i would be the one. Like no one ever known. Just hate me.
Play with fire and you will get your fingers burned. See a thousand hallowed eyes stair into the night.
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