Story Time.
It was I. I killed Her, I stabbed her, I sliced her, I chopped her.
This axe that lays opon this desk,that is dripping with blood that was once in a human, poors down the computer desk and onto my lap. I couldn't take it any more... I just couldn't. Her head that was once on her sholders is now in the shower. Her arm that was once connected to her body lays in the sink. And her heart that was once warm that turnd ice cold is not in a jar buryed in the back yard.
It's story time.
But it's over now.
Lol i hope u guys dont think i did this? its really not true...
Just inspierd.
R
This axe that lays opon this desk,that is dripping with blood that was once in a human, poors down the computer desk and onto my lap. I couldn't take it any more... I just couldn't. Her head that was once on her sholders is now in the shower. Her arm that was once connected to her body lays in the sink. And her heart that was once warm that turnd ice cold is not in a jar buryed in the back yard.
It's story time.
But it's over now.
Lol i hope u guys dont think i did this? its really not true...
Just inspierd.
R