They say the best writing happens when one experiences heart-ache, and low points during their short bitter, sweet lives. . . so here me speak:
>>9309220
My diary, desu
If blood for weep my heart could keep
Might beat for me e'ermore.
Without your presence now in my world, my heart no longer beats as it should. With my right hand having to beat my meat, so ever hard. I made a mistake, please read my tarot card
>>9309220
holy, i want more...
Your gonna here me
Roar
CRASH!!!
>>9309220
*Here; me speak