Confusion: Page 2, by jwhwz Subscribe to rss feed for jwhwz

What is the point where in searching your soul;
You empty all of the crap, and there is a hole.
I guess you have to, again, fill it up;
And build some positive memories inside your cup.
Posted: 2011-11-19 22:13:11 UTC

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