Monday, November 23, 2009
My Reign of Terror
Sometimes I want to scream until my lungs give out. When they do give out, I'll break down and cry. All because I did what I had planned on doing all along, and that was to beat everyone down, to the point that they'll need therapy just to cope with the damage. No one is safe. Watch your mufuckin backkkkkkk
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