I think bumps are a waste so i guess i'll write something of meaning. If u can guess what i'm talking about i'll give u some gold. Such sweet agony grips me as i fall to the earth and scream. My screams echoing through the night. The sound of my family near by answers me.Comforting me. Slowly the pain eases and i am.
Demonslayingchick92 · Fri Sep 04, 2009 @ 10:36pm · 0 Comments |