I feel a lot like phyco old Shakspere.


Staying up for late nights are for reason.

I must prove true to those who won't hurt us.

New equipment means greedy headmasters.

Silence doesn't mean words aren't dwelled upon.

Hatred can feel better than anything.

Dred may tag along, as would all others.

If I throw everything out the window,

I will not bleed at my next scratch or fall,

My blood was poured out with everything else.

Poetry by Tori
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Written on 2007-06-05 at 03:37

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