Sarah Marie Writing

I am jack'sact of stupidity. I dont know why im writting this. You wont even bother to read it. You never bothered to listen. God, you've made me..

Well i cant drive. If i could i would fly. But wings refuse to grow on my backside. And i bet she'll love you more than i could. And i bet than sh..

Writting on the walls are writtin in blood. Clean hands are dirty once more. Lies are fed to the hungry and hopes are ripped from the hopeful. Read..

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