Sneaking from behind, Starring in her eyes, Into her mind, There is no suprise, She sees all my hate, She smells all my lies, boxed up in a crate, Not to hear the muffled cries, All i see is death, slowly as she dies.
Reason for writing:
I like your site and i thought you should have it. I have about
30-40 more (most depresing) if you want them just e-mail me. I
wrote it after work one night because it poped into my head.
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