3 chocice\'s

by (*andrea*hurtinside*)   Nov 21, 2005


Ya my mama tells me I have choices but then she tells me I don't
tells me I'm bad and I'm ground cause I'm always bad as I sit in my room like always crying in pain I take a tin out it has three choices in it**********
a knife a blade and a razer

I don't care if you comment on this one this ones for me

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