Lalala sing a happy song of bleeding little birdies lalalalalalala sing a happy song as their eyes pop, eyes pop sing a little sing a little hahaha!
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A journal of the criminally insane.
HorrorYou know, I can still hear her voice sometimes, or her last breath. I wanted to catch it in a jar so she would never stop breathing. So that she would not be lost. But that wouldn’t have saved her. Nothing could. She’s gone. And she’s never coming...
July 16th, 2007
Lalala sing a happy song of bleeding little birdies lalalalalalala sing a happy song as their eyes pop, eyes pop sing a little sing a little hahaha!
