Why? by stephanie W

by stephanie   Jun 10, 2004


You tried to kill like a messed up pill. you dug up a grave in a small cave you though her in the pit with one solid hit. she cried and you tried to shut her up but you were to messed up to think. your friend gave you the OK to go on with this crazy play. you killed before but that was a bore you wanted more, then rain started to pour. you took her and kept her in a dark room that was dirty. now she is thirty and dead because of your f***ed up head. now its time to stop this play because its not OK

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