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Defaced by the DHC
(nemesystm)
Admin, if you would like to know how I got in, please E-mail me at
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or ICQ me at
#55155478
thanks.
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CHOKE.
Breathing is hard,
when the world,
has stopped care.
People in the streets,
look for food,
in despair.
No where to go,
no one to see,
You can't compare.
With them,
and what the have,
and you don't.
take a hit,
it's only coke.
just a little bit,
choke.
Firefly
MY PLASTIC CROSS.
My plastic cross,
the cross I was placed upon.
In elementary,
and in high.
I feel the gash,
I have to cry.
The young boy let out,
Feeling entered full of doubt.
Hanging by my hands,
and my feet,
pain, insane,
can't be beat.
Firefly
VOID.
The thoughts once made one,
those thoughts are gone.
All the plans united,
the plans for which we fighted,
gone because of frustation.
Not knowing where to go or what to do.
Too much screw you, fuck you too.
Thinking thinks over and over.
Grinding your mind, the path you tread,
and all the things it has like clover.
Frustated by the things destroyed,
because of plans messed up.
Because, because of this huge void.
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