Thursday, January 28, 2010
"This clock ticks,This clock ticks while i sharpen sticks,To stab out my eyes,So that i cant see her filthy lies,Knowing that older people die,I'm wishing my life away this time.My heart beats,My heart beats like the drunken fathers,Who beat their children,But one day these kids will grow up,And get even."-KodA
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