Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Quote IX

When the lead is placed on your chest, how loud are you going to scream?

Silence is for the sorrowful

I have no regret, I've got no sorrow, I'm pushing on for tomorrow

Live it, Breathe it, Bleed it

Every time that I see you, I catch fire
Posted by plmdp at 11:18 AM

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