2:09A Poem by Miss SuicideNo one understands why I love to write while sitting on the kitchen floor at all hours...not a whisper to be heard not a word to be said no bitter rage to be exchanged and not a tear to be shed sitting here, all alone on the kitchen floor © 2008 Miss SuicideReviews
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6 Reviews Added on July 4, 2008 AuthorMiss SuicideOHAboutThere are two sides to every story. And mine is literately night and day. By night; I am a sadist, masochist, pessimist, and just about every other malicious -ist you could think of. My mind runs a mi.. more..Writing
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