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As I walk down that street I wonder: -what has brought me here? -why am i empelled for revenge? -would anyone know it's me? -who would care if it was? And then I remeber the story.
I walked down the street. That lonesome street. I have no friends, to walk with me. I have no parents, to greet me when I'm home. And I have no life at school. Today, no one knew I exsisted. Today, no one cared i was there. And today, I was an invisible freak, that everyone makes fun of. Life has no exsistence. The exsistence in today is different from the exsistence in tommorrow. For It is a horrid day for a life that has no exisistence. And it was a horrid day of the funeral. When no one decided to show. Exsistence is everything. That is all that matters.
THE STORY
jabs added this comment 2009-07-28 05:41:38-05:00
that is really sad!!!!
jabs added this comment 2009-07-28 05:41:38-05:00
that is really sad!!!!