I'm at the end of my rope, I've lost all hope, I see my life through a scope, I may as well take an hallucagin, or dope, when life is so hard to cope, I stumble and grope, I Wish I could elope, and find myself when I've lost all hope... I stumble and grope, as I grasp the end of my rope, I refuse to kiss the ring of the pope, just to find hope, I think I'll smoke dope, or maybe cleanse my heart, so I think I'll buy soap.
Reason for writing:
HEEe hAWWW, this character don't have a clue! Honestly soap to cleanse one's heart. hmmmm Well Come TO <a href="http://www.angelfire.com/stars2/K/dafemme.html">SEE MEEEEEE YaY! my pics, and FUn stuff on my page! Ciao</a>
-- Erica
Birth sign: Libra
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