On tons of club i see a domanda saying "Can te plz be a fan of me?" Its was ok at first then i just saw it everywhere and i thought it was just getting annoying.All I see on random is Can te plz be my fan? Just filling up my aggiornamenti più and più everyday.
Ive seen people with 200 o più fan asking Can u fan me plz i really need some più fans. Like this is not a competition to see who will get the più fan its just life XD And te gotta earn your fan because i had to earn my fan and look at me now i have over 600 fans. I earned all of em.
Its not fair to us other fanpoppers who werked real hard to get so much fan to see whoever new person te are coming in our fanpop family and getting wat te dont deserve.
And successivo time i see a domanda like that i dont wanna be harsh but imma say Fuck no earn ur own damn fans.
Because Fanpopers this is an overgrowing problem we need to stop plz let us unisciti forces.
-Tayloraddict-1
:)
Ive seen people with 200 o più fan asking Can u fan me plz i really need some più fans. Like this is not a competition to see who will get the più fan its just life XD And te gotta earn your fan because i had to earn my fan and look at me now i have over 600 fans. I earned all of em.
Its not fair to us other fanpoppers who werked real hard to get so much fan to see whoever new person te are coming in our fanpop family and getting wat te dont deserve.
And successivo time i see a domanda like that i dont wanna be harsh but imma say Fuck no earn ur own damn fans.
Because Fanpopers this is an overgrowing problem we need to stop plz let us unisciti forces.
-Tayloraddict-1
:)
when death sits on your shoulder
infecting your cuore
the beat of the cursed one
feels no empathy
feels all alone
when hope is on holiday
when te want your self back
where do te go
who do te turn to
who will end your suffering
he sits and waits
o death on my shoulder
i know your after my soul
i know te just wait
but i'm not sure if te are playing tricks on me
can te end my sorrow
o is it te who causes my agony
will te be there when i die
still squeezing and taking all i have
until i'm dust and wind.
infecting your cuore
the beat of the cursed one
feels no empathy
feels all alone
when hope is on holiday
when te want your self back
where do te go
who do te turn to
who will end your suffering
he sits and waits
o death on my shoulder
i know your after my soul
i know te just wait
but i'm not sure if te are playing tricks on me
can te end my sorrow
o is it te who causes my agony
will te be there when i die
still squeezing and taking all i have
until i'm dust and wind.
