Thoughts that Inspire
He's not heave he's my brother.
I knew you would come.
nobody saw a low figure carrying a broken heap down the road.
I always keep my word.(razor on the palm)
[girl in the hall of cibola screaming for help]-let us call her grace.
rita's story
I knew you would come.
nobody saw a low figure carrying a broken heap down the road.
I always keep my word.(razor on the palm)
[girl in the hall of cibola screaming for help]-let us call her grace.
rita's story
posted by Judge of the Whetten's at 4:25 PM
1 Comments:
Not meant to be understood I guess. Unless I am just incompetent. Open for interpretation. It is how it makes you feel.
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