litttle sweet heart cold and black another night getting fucked on her back good at oral and i don't mean words rapid shooting star for hell she shoots twards beauty queen spreading a trendy new disease sad little girl singing "kill me plaese" you say your fine but the syringe in your arm says otherwise all the denial in the world and your hope still dies your lifes a tv show thats just been canceled your 15 minutes is erased it won't be long before your simply replaced your dead and gon all dreams are forgotten sold your soul to hollywood and death from a syringe is all youve gotten your whole life you were trapped in a hopless shell death doesn't seem all that bad when your life was a living hell
Reason for writing:
heard a story about a girl.....
Birth sign: Aries
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