Spell fixer...A Poem by PasDeChatGonna type and not look at screen Going to let spell fixer have its way
Today is bittersweet life toils on
Berated and feeling list I just dry my tears and kiip goi f. Cause worse is giving up Physical pain is nothing The home in my being was createdby your garsh words Eyes old shot and weirt crying is not N option Guy tell me to go get out if your house I refuse and stare blankly pretendibg not to heAr I hear, I u d'état and only the voices I my head are screaming. I want to flee. Run full fieceintotraffic. Buta am not strong enough. © 2013 PasDeChatAuthor's Note
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Added on September 12, 2013 Last Updated on September 12, 2013 |