

DecisionsWith a finger stained in blood I write. Write about the end I show no fright. At the end a final gulp I take. Before I decide to wake. With one more second to take I plunge. I plunge the knife into my lung. As my time here starts to fade. My thinking starts to go astray. While on the ground I lay. I wonder if I’ll stay Stay with them for another moment Another moment of contentment.Decisions
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Can you BEAT tolerance into someone?
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The thing that used to hide under your bed finally came out to play.
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If man could be crossed with a cat it would improve man, but it would deteriorate the cat.-- Mark Twain
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What is love but an idea used by the feeble minds of humanity to give beauty and reason to a world otherwise full of hate and hideous corruption?
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There’s a party in my head, the voices finally invited me!!!!
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What is love but an idea used by the feeble minds of humanity to give beauty and reason to a world otherwise full of hate and hideous corruption?
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There’s a party in my head, the voices finally invited me!!!!
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What is love but an idea used by the feeble minds of humanity to give beauty and reason to a world otherwise full of hate and hideous corruption?
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