||[Dec. 3rd, 2009|08:12 am]
been hurtin alot but i woke up this morning and realized i lost a friend that constantly needed to be stuck up for and protected, made up just about every fart, fuck, fight, and folly that he ever talked about, and thought he was so special that he had a dang picture of himself crucified drawn on his damn body. see ya jesus joan of arc king jr. not a novel, cause im a poet. sincerely nobody's, somebody.|
and her. id already lost her.
"the guilt is so thick it could cut the air, all i did wrong was get caught and i dont care"
-benjamin smoke(my hero.)