pricessless times, valuable moments every little memory has become unspoken-of the fact of the matter is, that even on this day, boredom and hate interupts with my fate so i take my hand, clench my fist, raise it high and hit my face till i hear the sound of the bone crack blood spurting out my nose, aint no stopping to that my teeths getting weaker, falling out their place may this self torture take me far away where i can feel no pain, inside out yea i commited sins theres no doubt if i died... read more
