my diary :
nothing is loud enough
crosses .II.
I want to see your face
as your mad hopes collapses with your face smashed into the tiniest fractions of scull and brain as the truck that appears in slow motion hits your car
and I do wish its summer
because then afterwards
I can go buy myself a nice shaveice with grapeflavour
I really like grape flavour
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YOU LED ME TO THE ALTAR
THEY WERE YOUR WEAK HANDS
THOSE THAT MADE ME STRONGER
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Diary by Lourdes
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Written on 2007-05-19 at 22:29
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