By: jonn91

jonn91 — Tue, 21 Jul 2009 10:00:41 +0000

God, that sucked. I wish i had some ice to relieve the pain of hearing that horrible monstrosity you call a poem/letter.

By: jonn91

jonn91 — Tue, 21 Jul 2009 05:00:41 +0000

God, that sucked. I wish i had some ice to relieve the pain of hearing that horrible monstrosity you call a poem/letter.

By: aimee kelly

aimee kelly — Sat, 15 Nov 2008 15:40:27 +0000

my name is harry…….
you may think im good you may think im bold all i can say is i will make u feel old
the way you will feel wen your lying in bed im all you will be thinking of in ur head
the voises you will hear the things i will say, dont say they dident worn you and say that you would pay. u say todays the day im gonna give up but if its in front of your gonna wack it up u say please god please help me QUICK all that i need is just one little hit. if u dnt have it soon someones gonna pay. these are the things that i make u say. and every time you have me u get this rush that makes feell so good but you look so fucked. and the only way to stop is if you turn your back now its gonna be a battle and your gonna wonder how but if you really want to you know the drill turn ur back and you wil begin to feel more happy more more better more love to give please understand my perogertive its there if you want you know were to go but hopefully you listened to all i know.
by miss aimee jane kelly

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