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Guilty of Murder and a Mother's Heartache
The condition of the victim
Left up to legal issues It will have order The loss of a child’s heart Bleeds after applying. [From a First Aid Kit Manual] Labels: Poem |
My thoughts tend to sound better in books I
didn’t write, and in the songs I didn’t sing.
Even then, sometimes there is no piece of literature, no song, no
work of art that can really explain the way you feel.
There is a double-edge comfort in knowing that no one really
knows.
Hi I'm Naiha, 17 years old.
a compulsive runner; a diehard athlete with dreams; hopes of opening up her own restaruant one day; often plays basketball and writes but always makes the same wish at 1111; indulges in Harry Potter; loves Dwight Howard and watches all Magic games. |