Wednesday, December 15, 2010
A Prefect Way To Ruin A Day
Why does she find the need to tell me these things that I wish not to hear. It's like a cold embrace lifting me up by the collar and finding it's way into my links and then my spine, only to bring me down and throw spikes into head, filling it with a trembling pain that covers my body. What am I to do?
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