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Re: Song/Quote of the day! -
November 16th 2015, 01:22 AM
We are the new Americana, High on legal marijuana, Raised on Biggie and Nirvana, We are the New Americana....
That god does not exist, I cannot deny
That my whole being cries out for a god, I cannot forget.
The gates of Heaven were locked shut. The pits of Hell, they were all filled up. And I fear I don't belong here.....
How could someone so perfect feel so insecure? As to scar her skin with cuts and burns and still want to hurt more. How does someone so loving learn to hate her own guts? Drawing a picture on her arm with a blade, as if her mind wasn't dark enough
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