MY life is more painfull then being shot with bolets in your chest. My life will not let you even breath or rest. The life that I live is not blessed because it leaves thornes deep inside your chest. It makes it to where you can't even take just one breeth. It will also bring much pain to your neack. By the #1 Angel
Reason for writing:
Just because this is the way that I am feeling right now.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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