

Layne's EpistolaryLaynes Epistolary By Charlie KahlerLayne's Epistolary
Here I am, writing to you again.
You know I cant breathe without you.
Id rather exchange thoughts and ideas with you like prized baseball cards. Wait I dont even like baseball.
Id rather try on shoes with you, Converses, Vans, and maybe Those black high heels of yours.
Id rather venture the mall with you, exploring shelves of band tees and skinny jeans Maybe even those Hello Kitty panties.
Id rather be in your room, music blaring, and singing along to th


ForbiddenForbiddenForbidden
The agony, the pain, how my life is so drained. The emotion I once thought only for the immature, has surfaced in my soul and makes me feel insecure. There is no freedom from this awful world, so many restrictions, I feel so absurd. The lost feelings of love, my darkened heart beating, without a presence, it appears emotion is defeating. My kindred heart tells me to run afar, if necessary, to the most distant bright star. Away from the pain and emptiness of my existence. To where the hurt takes me, I offer no resistance. The time has come for me to


Dark MilleniumDark MillenniumDark Millenium
You feel confusion and new torment as your mind decays Devolution of your life - begins today - begins today Hear the sirens scream in vain Despair for your life Hope is futile as the missiles strike A cruel twist of the knife Those that dominate, direct their hate Life obliterate, humans terminate Hope for a future, is what you say With your world in ruins, what a price to pay As you crawl through the wreckage - you can't believe Could mankind really be so naive? This world now twisted, brought to its knees With the people in power left


Drowned in TormentDrowned in TormentDrowned in Torment
Pray in your dreams that tomorrow won't wake you Plead for the darkness of life to forsake you From death to new life the path that awaits you You can't begin to start to bear the taste, the morning after dark Close your eyes so that you can't see The reality of your tormented agony Drowned in torment your will shall break you The scars of war remain to haunt you Feel the cold hands of death grasping for you As you drown in torment... drown
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"It's not the tree that forsakes the flower,
but the flower that forsakes the tree."
chhhhhaaaarrrrlieeeee......lets go to candy mountain charlie!
NO! GO AWAY
b-but chaaaaaarrrlllieeeeee
faggots.
he said the F word
.....
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hai charlie
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