And It Was Her Last Winter

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the barren waste is your land, your crops, they were sown to die

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welcome to this rathole I call a blog. my posts are mainly about metal (oh yes ah \m/) and how mundane my life is. if you don't like the stuff here, go fuck yourself. no one gives a crap. you're a sad excuse for a human being.

Saturday 18 October 2008

Revised.
MySpaced.
Ate.
Now blogging.
And texting bff.
Okay done.

I have loved, and I have lost.
I have turned, and I have tossed.
I have listened, and I have watched.
I've gave into this for long enough!

I may look happy, but honestly dear,
the only way I'll really smile is if you cut me ear to ear.

I've made my bed, so I'll lie in it.
I've dug my grave, so God help me die in it.