I am mewhat is wrong with who I amso what if I wear "tight jeans"so what if I listen to heavy metalso what if I dye my hairso what if I wear guy clothes every once in a whileso what if I agree with same sex relationshipsso what if I'm awkwardthat is how god made me and I am proud
I am slowly dyingI am slowly dyingmy blood is flowing out of meI am slowly dyingnobody will even cryI am slowly dyingyou all won't careas you all burn and dance on my graveI am slowly dyingI won't go without a good byeI am slowly dyingI will go in tearsI am slowly dyingI will never forget youI won't go without saying I love you
wtgcg chapt.2where the good children goI saw a picture of lots of children. They all looked sad and miserable. I wanted to reach into the picture and tell them it will be alright. I dug around some more and found wind up toys, teddy bears, dolls, and other important looking important looking items. I wondered why my uncle had all this stuff and why he didn't want me to see it. I heard the front door open and heard "KRISTI". I closed the box and ran upstairs. There was my uncle standing wondering where I was. "Where have you be been" he said with an evil smirk. "No where" I replied. "well" said my uncle. "time to do your chores"! He began to leave. "They better be done when I come back" he explained. I heard the door shut and thought no matter what I was going in that basement to search some more.
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