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by OMG! Aug 31, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I have weapons in my room People who mess with me will be hurt And if they continue to mess they will be in doom And then thrown in dirt I can easily do it all on myself Would any1 notice? How much pain Ive caused others i shouldn't be around no longer All my four weapons can be used on you Or maybe all used on me it all depends what you do And what i may be Mess with me and you die Let me mess with you and you will survive You make one step out of place And you wont be alive Now you have hurt me I now need to use these weapons On me and you Let me do it! I am now dead Hope you are happy I have no more pain And i am proud