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by Mike Mar 23, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I am surrounded, by people who hate me. I'm astounded at how people can be so untrue. This girl, means the world to me. She is my whole world. Every time I count to three, she is there. She never says anything wrong. But people hate her and me. They hate us for nothing at all. But we still stand proud and tall. Nothing can take away my love. Even hatred and death. S|_4Y all who hate. Nothing can change my mind or my love. The Angel of Death awaits another victim. He wants to kill. He wants to kill all who hate. Especially |-|3R