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look its the emo they all say alls he does is write and cut all day but i'll be laghing when i have paid for my sins in pain and they suffer in hells rain
emo
you are for who i spill blood into the inkwell for, i'm writing i letter oh love and passion vibrent colors of red and black, representing love and rage, swirling, mixing, controting my emotions, fear satisfise my thirst for love and tears just cover up my hunger for it, my arterys tie and mutate in to the top of the quill of which i tot this solom note, pumping emotional surges of truth and reason into the pen of disspair and destruction, the pen slowly reduces my agony as it brings death, because death is the sanctury of pain and suffering is the excuse, that excuse is what makes up my life and dictates this message of hopless thoughts, you are more important than skin, my skin, my greatest appendage is not even close to what i'd give you, and the hollow shell of person without a soul called me is unworthy for an angel like you, i write this emotion apon everthing i belive in, and i will send it through all those who belive in me, if you pick from this swirling pool of tears we call the world i will never let you down, because i am a tarnished human penaltyed with the gift of love. emo emo emo