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This is a story. Most would say that this is stictly emo, it is.
Most call me a perpetual quagmire of epic proportions They all call me emo chick They don't understand that they are completely right and with the whole perpetual quagmire of epic proportions they're right again If i told you the story of why these statements are correct you might cry So i'll try It all started when i was a 2 year old My dad went to work but first i told him I loved him My biggest mistake He got hit by a truck out clod for good. When I was 4, I told my bFF let's go to the store My mom drove us, we got out, I said I love you are like my brother. My second mistake There was a drive by he got shot He was out cold for good When I was 8 my new friend Kevin He was older than me and he lived with us I told him I loved him then left My third mistake I came home He was out cold for good. That is why i am perpetual quagmire of epic proportions. That is why I am an emo chick. I am a sorceror of death My weapons are the 3 words, I love you. I'm not going to lie I do feel like I want to die. But for some unexplained reason, I can't This story is entirly true.
