Love until death, by WittrR |
breathing getting harder voices getting softer those were good times even the ones with all cries dreaming of living and loving living with the pain and suffering was life worth living for when she shut the door the room gets darker the breathes get shorter last looks before being called above realazing that someone is being loved. |
Posted: 2011-05-02 23:19:59 UTC |
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