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Newmag 09
gNU mAHG nUMBUH nYNE!@
bUY: (eWE gUESSID iT!@) pIP tHE aNGR-EE y0UFF@!
tITLE: tHE gIRLIEZ lUV mUH k0Q
yeah... so what if they don't talk to me and i try to confess my feelings
to them but i don't know how to ... so what if i write horrible poetry
and have more slits on my wrists than dick clark has had face-lifts...
standing
waiting
glancing
hoping
watching
smelling
forgetting
losing
ending
yeah... i'm pretty much a quiet kid... and yeah, i feel the need to make
a statment in violence... maybe i should snap... maybe i should break out
dad's .22 and sit on the roof of the school... yeah... take out a few of
the fake sheep sitting around the school yard... the ones who make fun of
me all of the time...
running
breathing
sweating
kneeling
hiding
maybe i should just take some prozac, something to quiet the riot in my
skull... the constant battle between sanity and madness...
killing
raping
eating
fucking
living
hating
or maybe i should just get a clue...
-eof-
