and she expressed herself in many different ways
until she lost control again.
and walked upon the edge of no escape
and laughed "i've lost control again."
Monday, September 28, 2009
"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
new tattoo, it's not quite as red now, so that's good.
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