They painted some really thick make-up on my arms and legs and body to cover the burns, then put me in a coffin. That was a shock! How could they do that to me? Am I dead? Is this how it all ends? Or are they just playing a joke on me? It can't just end like this. It just can't.
Friday, October 20, 2006
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2 comments:
Don't worry, being dead isn't so bad. Its the dying part that sucks!
Say it ain't so!
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