By Crystevin Date: 19 February 1999
Desperation is a sickness. Like a junkie in need you thrash about unnoticed by me. Your bitter words of bitter memories are no surprise after all your lies. Fear brings hate and you are full of both but now it's too late you won't get your fix here. So move on and move out no need to scream and shout I've left the ride and have no further interest in your rollercoaster.