03-31-2002, 06:11 AM
I was out in the yard one day. And I, I, I just don't know what it was, maybe they heat that day, or maybe it was her, yelling. Always nagging. The crying, constant crying. I was chopping wood that day, and I carried that ax inside. I brought it upstairs. The crying, I had to stop it. I had to. I had to just bury that axe in her head, then her chest. Then I kept hearing it. More crying. MORE. From down the hall. I could hear it. A little girl. Crying down the hall. So I walked to the door, and just stared and stared. I could feel the sweat dripping from my brow. I slowly turned the door knob. I opend the door and say the two of them just sitting there and they were crying. OH so loudly. NO MORE CRYING!!!! :fuggin: :thumbs-up:
Edited By Maynard on Mar. 31 2002 at 01:11
Edited By Maynard on Mar. 31 2002 at 01:11
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i want something good to die for, to make it beatiful to live</center>
i want something good to die for, to make it beatiful to live</center>