Felixa Lee
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i cant my name is walter hardwell white i live at 308 [censored] aroura lane albecirci new mexico. if you are watching this, i am probably dead killed by the hands of my brother hank shrader who has been using me as his chemist , dangit lol.
i Didn't type this someone hacked in. -
i wanna know what people think about me.
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- wife material
- good writer
- seggsy
- friendly
- a good friend
- a BEST FRIEND
- kind
- wife material
- a good writer
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mk~
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ooo okie.
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you should post it on yt, but, u should make ur channel Creeper_3 so we know its you :D . maybe u should also type it out, for ppl tht dont have yt or cant connect to yt.
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Glass Doors,
they are so easy to see,
yet,
ive seemed to have run into one this morning i fret,
they way people hit glass, makes me laugh as they fall on their [censored]'.
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Glasses,
glasses are so easy to put on, or, so they say,
so, why do people poke themselves in the eye,
im in dismay.
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eyeliner,
why must it be so pointy,
eyeliner,
why must it smear into your eye,
eyeliner,
the end of all eyes.
-Felixa.
(based off of a true story about 2 minutes ago.). -
Another day, another 24 hours,
why must the world be as cruel as to give you that many hours,
how will we know, ''will tomorrow be our last day?''
''will the sun, or earth explode, leaning towards pain and death and suffering?''
or ''will our death be as quick, and as painless, as a DOI?''
''or, will a chemical reaction have us all living forevermore...''
we should appreciate life,
its silly coming from me but,
'tis true, you dont know what you have,
until it is g o n e . . .
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mk.
ps, i made that up on the spot, thats why its not as good.
next time i'll take time and effort into my song.
thank you.
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Darkness. last month, Darkness fell across my face, as i remember what took place,
a noose around my brothers throught,
because his bullies always seemed to gloat,
around the ceiling fan, he hung,
where the feeling in my heart, stung.
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is a song and poem.
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My depression is eating me alive, why is my life like this, sometimes i wish i could die, i wish people would see me for who i truly am, so i wouldn't have to hide, why must people be so [censored]' cruel, why must the world be so shitty', i wish i could cry but my tears wont fly, i havent ever truly cried, because i cant die, will the world be restored with humanity or just hatred.
-Felixa.
What Do People Think About Me?
What Do People Think About Me?
What Do People Think About Me?
What Do People Think About Me?
i made my 1st song
i made my 1st song
i made my 1st song
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