unknown
By deception •
sitting, thinking, feeling
absolutely nothing.
i am empty.
i have no soul.
i sold it,
for 10 minutes
of satsifaction.
i will go
striaght to hell.
but dont worry,
i will save you a seat.
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September 7, 2006 10:07User
Sounds like something to do with drugs..