For karenScars mark the regretted decisions she madeVertical incisions against her blue veinsShe tried not to make the same decision this timeBut she felt so crazy she had to unwindShe knew she would regret it but this time it's too lateShe really didn't want her anger to be her fateHer tears expel from her blood-ridden eyesShe really wasn't the type of person who criesBut she knew when she cut she pressed far too deepMaybe it was the loneliness or the extreme lack of sleepShe forgot to write her family and friends a goodbye letterMaybe this all this will turn out for the betterShe had no reason why she had leftShe had no rea
my idea of bushChildren running streets as bombs drop on their ravaged houses, weeping for their dead families who you have murdered for your hunger of revenge against our own human race. You destroy homes of families who have by no means wanted to be a part of your childish game of "cat and mouse". Just because you're powerful doesn't denote you can take over countries that are less.You think you're the top country but I would rather die than pursue your ludicrous regulations and your idea of a mediation, which is entirely FUCKED.Your country is hell; you are a mental man who deserves to be assassinated by Saddam who is unerringly like you. No, tranqui
I wish I knew more ppl like you and just one in dallas that I could hang with, you rock, that will never change.
I love how this shot looks so clean and BEAUTIFUL