they believe i am lost and they will save me what do i need saving from? i made my bed , i will lie in it what must i do to convince them i am there? there is no return to where i was it is too late for me, it was karma murphy's law, fate i ask forgiveness you don't want my apolgies, so you say you can't be my friend, youre gay unpleasant guys, looking at me like i want them don't you understand it is my own kind i seek?? don't take me to church and try to make me understand no shock treatments, this is for real the spector of death hangs over us all and until the ax falls, and i get the call you say i am lost, but the simple fact is: i have been found.Birth sign: Aries
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