

the final failure....i want my gravestone to read " the music haunted him." it was the music that did me in. but i did nothing to stop it. i welcomed it just like i welcome my death. i can feel myself fading more and more. i grow weaker with every drop of blood, and i grow more tierd with every word. i could bear liveing after what i did to that poor boy.........i wonder what his mother thinks...........probably that im a monster. after all he was only 3, i couldnt see his small body before it was too late. i found him crumpled under the wheel of my pick up. but i just left him lying there, dead and broken under the wheel of my truck...........i left him there. ithe final failure....
it's kathryn
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Keep on dreaming boy, cause when you stop dreamin' its time to die.
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Click me. You know you want to.
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We Remain
Ladies and Gentalmen
Insanefully yours
Tabbie C and Backpack
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" you who so very well know the nature of my soul....."
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it matters not who lives
the dead shall die first
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