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by XxXcrystalXcontagiousXxX Jan 16, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
As I put this gun to my head i sit on the floor because I couldnt take this anymore. I take all this crap because i want you back.I Try not to think at all why did you even come at all? Not once did i ever question your motive, but your on the spot and you have been caught. Don't play dumb and take me for a chum.i wanna no now before i get this gun. I put my heart in it,and I feel like you stabbed me with a knife not once,but twice. So before i pull this trigger tell me no more lies and get straight to it because I'm going die.