

What is the point?What is the point? I see none in this anymore. Life what’s worth living? Wake up one day and remain the same. Trying so hard to become something that can never be, and I find no sense in pursuing hopeless desires. I found that friends come and go, and they never show their gratitude. I’ve given up on it. Love, Hate, relationships, it goes without saying life is full of tragedy. Making life worth living is too hard; making love is like pealing back blisters on boils that sit on my skin.What is the point?
I’ve felt that before, hatefulness, it breathes tragedy to me, but love, oh love, that breads death in me. Count the corner stones on my tombston
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give me some antiseptic to wash this headache away, give me a syringe to inject the pain. give me something pretty i hope i'll never be, i'd rather be creepy and very strange...sang by GOD's (afton) child herself....jessicka!!!!
Congrats, you're the FIRST Person to be pounced on by me!
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I have closed this account. I can now be found at =2401PenitentTangent
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Quoth the Server, "404."
"Its worse than that, its physics Jim!" --Star Trekkin'
*gives HG a huggle*
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