what hell
Hell is just a porthole, i say u may have to pay a toll, but i say thats way better then letting the devil control ur soul, so pay ur toll and jump outa that hole and take control of ur own soul.
what hell
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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Unconditional Love | 3 | 10/18/2009 |
just a moment | 6 | 02/12/2009 |
Truth | 2 | 02/12/2009 |
mirror images | 2 | 02/12/2009 |
what hell | 2 | 06/29/2009 |
colaberate | 0 | 02/12/2009 |
1 heart 2 start | 2 | 02/12/2009 |
My 4 sences | 1 | 02/12/2009 |
Flower Girl | 4 | 02/12/2009 |
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