holding on to nothing, by adam greenleaf |
Sex and drugs is how she lived,memories when she was a kid life was good back then,she catches a ride on the cool wind, a needle in her arm,she is gone,her life coming to an abrupt end. |
Posted: 2009-08-18 23:48:44 UTC |
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2009-09-17 00:13:32 | maddy_7929 |
this says a lot in so little.. |
2009-09-24 21:59:48 | Nutcracker |
wow! and it happens everyday! so sad |