published on: 2015-12-31 12:14:49
diveinside-mymind:Though thorns of a fragile flower were bloody
The Dark Side
A bird who hurt her wing, now forgotten how to fly. A song she
I almost miss the sound of your voice but know that the rain
Dig yourself a ditch, six feet deep, and bury everything that
People change and people keep change and we keep paying ticket