Downstairs, by Idrawwords |
Contant flow and knowhere to go the stairs are growing prickly i seem to have grown to the pain i regain, the power after about a week. The blame should not be shamed but to argue helps, pure love helps more. Learning to grow. |
Posted: 2008-09-25 21:49:32 UTC |
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