Karielantz Stories

This story is dedicated to Karie Lantz, bus 358. You always asked what I was reading. But I never told you because I didn't want you to know i'm suicidal. I'm sorry you got killed, hope you like your grave and I'm sorry I never had the money to treat you like the queen you were. This story is probably the worst story you have ever read. It is fiction. Don't you dare say it is good or that it is bad. Thank you. I need an outlet. Enjoy.

This is a very crappy long poem. Read it if you want. "Tiana" (that's what she wanted) wants to throw my blades out my bedroom window. She tried to too. I didn't let her. Dedicated to my drunken aunt, "Tiana" (that's what she wanted) and Karie. We all miss you Karie. Please don't steal my bad poem, it isn't good enough.