I’m divided! I’m avoided!
And I do all what an ideal stubborn always does!
I’m cremated! I was so hated! That I suit, what I am- DEAD!
Whoa! It’s exuberating! My grave pains me no more!
Now it’s me and my new home!
Now I never fright! No killing rights and cries of loosely sights!
I can’t be killed again girl! Now I feel immortal!
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
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