my journey, by Erika Subscribe to rss feed for Erika

my journies in life are going to be hard to get through it
is especially when you hate the world for the crap you have
to go through for no da** good reason just because someone
was so cruel and possest by the devil to do crap to people
so they can live in missory.
Posted: 2006-01-17 22:14:31 UTC

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