There are those who live.
There are those who love.
And there are also those who drive stakes through their own hearts, not knowing what else to do.
There are those who love.
And there are also those who drive stakes through their own hearts, not knowing what else to do.
8 comments:
I did. Drive a stake through my own heart, that is. It didnt hurt. Because the pain is so great that it exceeds my capacity to feel any.
P.S. I dont know who you are but you're good. And forks are babaric.
P.P.S. Try cruiser bikes. Sometimes, the journey is as important, if not more, than the destination.
You left out a category.
I don't live. I Don't love. And I don't drive stakes through my heart, not knowing what else to do.
I don't drive, I don't have a heart, but I do know what to do.
and there are those who re chicken enough not to live, love or die they just kill others and drive the stakes thru their heart...
those are, sometimes inevitably, people who do both most intensely.
floored dear crapper.
i am bored.. i need a man/ men/ cat06 paper (with answers NOW)!!!
dear dead person,
where arth thou?
such are the questions of mystery
(that they have no answers).
with regards from a dying person,
too-dle-oo.
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