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Yes, Feeling The Greatest Of Sympathy Are We?
Well, THERES NO SYMPATHY FOR THE DEAD.
Now They Know, Misery Was His Company.
He Took A Shot With His Mother, Reached Hes Destenation, Feeling: Mmm, Slightly Happy. His Mother Is Feeling Neglected. None Of Her
Sons Will Talk To Her. Not Even Her 'Husband'. He Sits On The Couch, His Father Feasting Him With Food That He Hadn't Tasted In
AGEEESSSSS! He Didn't Eat As Much As Hes Family Thought He Would. They Thought He Was Broken, Torn Apart, Because Of Them, But
Not Them, Someone Else. His Father Lead Him To Hes Room. Not One Thing Changed. After Waving Hes Dad Out, He Took A Look At
The Letter From The Girl Earlier On.
[/Come Spit On Bridges With Me?
o _ x
Maddison Cres. 1452.
I Know You.
Well, THERES NO SYMPATHY FOR THE DEAD.
Now They Know, Misery Was His Company.
He Took A Shot With His Mother, Reached Hes Destenation, Feeling: Mmm, Slightly Happy. His Mother Is Feeling Neglected. None Of Her
Sons Will Talk To Her. Not Even Her 'Husband'. He Sits On The Couch, His Father Feasting Him With Food That He Hadn't Tasted In
AGEEESSSSS! He Didn't Eat As Much As Hes Family Thought He Would. They Thought He Was Broken, Torn Apart, Because Of Them, But
Not Them, Someone Else. His Father Lead Him To Hes Room. Not One Thing Changed. After Waving Hes Dad Out, He Took A Look At
The Letter From The Girl Earlier On.
[/Come Spit On Bridges With Me?
o _ x
Maddison Cres. 1452.
I Know You.
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