My mind

by Boy Turned into Man   Nov 6, 2007


My horrid weals Perice's through the hearts of many.
The crimson red in my eyes show that i have cry tears of blood.The life in my voice as become a small whimper.My soft heart has become as hard as crystal. the sweat in my palms has turned into frost.There it goes my life,my soul,my eternal damnation......

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