darkfreemind

Liberty is a fucking joke we have none here This government is a fucking organization filled with scum We are not free, we are fed a lie. This systems fucked up. This system is so corrupt Now, I know, who am I? Who is this fucker? I am the anarchistic teenager sitting in his room. I am the worker who is tired of working minimum wage. I am the homeless man on the streets. But, for the only rule is to protect my fellow man. To keep him safe, as far as I see the government isn't they want to keep the oil keep the power While we sit here and do nothing but resist.

It's scary, all of this shit my life hangs by a thread and it's about to snap fucking die in and out, like I'm dying But, I'm not dying I'm still alive I'm still hanging on to this life I have left As little as I feel, I can't let this pain hurt me Fuck I can't help it I need another hit But, I can't take another hit, another hit could kill me Another hit would be so nice No, fuck you, I'm fine, I just need time I need to let this go, it's time to move on keep this out of my way, I need to live, and not live addicted.

oh hey here we with this again it's just a phase he'll get over it but it's not just a phase, I won't get over it I don't want to get over it. You know I hate how you say that I know it's not right for the "red white and blue" I know it's embarrassing, and I don't care it's my life, I was born this way If you don't like it get over it. It's my life it's the way I was born If you're going to talk about it talk about you. Because I know don't understand me, but I don't understand you.

Missy was walking in her neighborhood one night, she turned the corner, and a bull dog popped out at her. The dog had spotted ears, it was orange looking on the top, and white on the bottom. She was walking and the dog started following, the dog kept breathing heavily. "If you are going to walk with me, then stop breathing that way" the dog did keep following, and he did keep breathing that way. She went up to a house, and rang the door bell, she wanted to see if it was their dog, no one answered. It was too dark, and too cold to try to find the owner so she walked up and down the street waiting for the owners, finally a hearse pulled up. Out

Missy was a innocent little girl about thirteen. Missy had heard her friends talking about a graveyard out of town, Missy said "I don't believe in ghosts, ghouls or goblins." A little by about eleven dared her to go into the graveyard, "I triple dog dare you!" He said. Missy accepted this boys challenge. That night she walked all the way out of town, she went up to a grave stone, she sat on it. 'No ghosts here" She kept repeating, "Only dead things" All of a sudden she heard a noise, "Miss, what are you doing out here?" Said a voice, she got scared but looked up and saw a bearded man in rags holding a lantern, "I was dared to come out here" t