With Every Roll of The DiceA Poem by Shelbeh-Saur-Rawr-NessWith help From Emily Leanne!
With Every roll of the dice.
I have learned i paid the price. That not every decision i make is nice. His words always end up as cold as ice. I have made the Ultimate Sacrifice. To die for love and all that's right. To fade into the cold dark night. Just like you said i Might. With every Roll of the Dice © 2010 Shelbeh-Saur-Rawr-NessAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on July 14, 2010 Last Updated on July 14, 2010 AuthorShelbeh-Saur-Rawr-NessGainsville, FLAboutHi! My name is Shelby! :D I'm 13 and writing is my passion. more..Writing
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