A Fresh New Whiff
Sunday, August 31, 2008
There's nothing where he used to lie. Conversation has run dry. That's what's going on. Nothings right. I'm torn. I'm all out of faith.. This is how I feel. I'm cold and I'm ashamed. The perfect sky is torn. You're a little late. I'm already torn..
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