Dear, pain, by addictkittyravex |
My dear Agony, stop your foolishness you're leaving me here to die from chapped lips to frostbites, your promises hangs in the skies. purple, blue, orange the sun is beginning to set my aching never ends so leave my body to rest. |
Posted: 2010-02-01 22:30:45 UTC |
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2010-02-04 21:19:04 | brad1990 |
pritty good |