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Friday, March 23, 2007

5 May 1992, 9.40 am... the day life got ugly...the day everyone else's life got ugly... the day the World got ugly...

i' m so sorry, people...
i didnt call for this.
i didnt call for this at all...
if i could, i'd wish that things would go back.
back to the day i wasnt born...

i'm so sorry, people...
for realizing my own obscenity and yet feign ignorance.
like i knew nothing at all...
if i could, i'd wish i was braver.
to arrest my crime- filled heart...


for hurting so many people;

culpable homicide not amounting to murder - with a special exception...

to be hanged anyway.



she's not here @

8:18 PM