By Wegman.

The door shut outside. I was again alone. In my dark room. Silence surrounded me. Tormenting me. Appearing like demons above my head. Swooping down to take me away. As they reached out their arms to grab a hold of me. I’d let out a scream and close my eyes tight. They were all gone. A pit of stress still rested in my stomach. Closed and tightening slowly. Leaving me without rest and wicked. I’m sorry about what I said before. I screamed into the telephone. I didn’t mean in. My words were all misconstrued. You got it all wrong. Can you come back home?

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  • John Babyface Cena on Dec 31, 2011

    First of all you fucking faggot, my mom left me when i was 11 and this is just downright insulting to me. Do you have any idea who i am you god damn piece of shit? This is John Fucking Cena and i have worked out at the town hall for years…………………….

  • Billy Wheeler on Dec 31, 2011

    ^ Dont worry about him he sucks off the undertaker between matches.

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