hateliescrueltyhorrorno one can go there hole life without having onedepression is like getting the flood gates closed only for the flood to increase ..
on that winters nightoh all those years agooh on that night how I felloh how I didOn that winters night how I quitOh that winters nightOn that winters..
On the edgeFall into despairon the edge of fallingnever knew what its like to be heldover the yearsups and downsgone with hope we are nowgone with bei..
My mother was obsessed with murder. We all thought this was because her best friend Jane had been brutally killed and the murderer never caught. Since..