On tons of clubs i see a vraag saying "Can u 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 u plz be my fan? Just filling up my updates meer and meer everyday.
Ive seen people with 200 of meer fans asking Can u fan me plz i really need some meer fans. Like this is not a competition to see who will get the meer fans its just life XD And u gotta earn your fans because i had to earn my fans 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 fans to see whoever new person u are coming in our Fanpop family and getting wat u dont deserve.
And volgende time i see a vraag 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 kom bij forces.
-Tayloraddict-1
:)
Ive seen people with 200 of meer fans asking Can u fan me plz i really need some meer fans. Like this is not a competition to see who will get the meer fans its just life XD And u gotta earn your fans because i had to earn my fans 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 fans to see whoever new person u are coming in our Fanpop family and getting wat u dont deserve.
And volgende time i see a vraag 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 kom bij forces.
-Tayloraddict-1
:)
when death sits on your shoulder
infecting your hart-, hart
the beat of the cursed one
feels no empathy
feels all alone
when hope is on holiday
when u want your self back
where do u go
who do u turn to
who will end your suffering
he sits and waits
o death on my shoulder
i know your after my soul
i know u just wait
but i'm not sure if u are playing tricks on me
can u end my sorrow
of is it u who causes my agony
will u be there when i die
still squeezing and taking all i have
until i'm dust and wind.
infecting your hart-, hart
the beat of the cursed one
feels no empathy
feels all alone
when hope is on holiday
when u want your self back
where do u go
who do u turn to
who will end your suffering
he sits and waits
o death on my shoulder
i know your after my soul
i know u just wait
but i'm not sure if u are playing tricks on me
can u end my sorrow
of is it u who causes my agony
will u be there when i die
still squeezing and taking all i have
until i'm dust and wind.
