broken and weak, by a rose by any other name would hurt just as bad. |
a shread, a shard a crack, a leak were broken were weak were alone were freaks, stop the complaining dont we have life? we go through life not caring not knowing always wanting never taking stop complaining and start making the choice a choice u have the will you have a voice. |
Posted: 2008-04-30 15:39:11 UTC |
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