The game

by Drakare   Dec 13, 2005


I slit my wrist you slit your wrist I slit my throat you slit your throat i stab my self in the heart you stab your self in the heart now were dieing do we no were we are going no we don't but that is part of the game not noing were your going heaven or hell...

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