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The bubbles float freely.
They take away your fears.
I Haven't made love like this.
In so very many years.
By the Grave, there we sat down, Yea, we wept, when we remember her.
Hey baby me again,
Got tired of playing solitare and reading books so I'm writing you. Guess I should tell you some of my history. O.k. here we go. My alcoholic stems from a lot of things
1. It runs in the family. My parents are both Alcoholics. I
no summary why you wont give my work a chance so whats the difference I gues if youor unknown your no good thats my op
ion anyway how are you ever going to find new ideas if your minds are so shut you wont let anything you dont know in it
whatever happened to open concsesness I guess thier all...
Why tell me what delirium is meant to be
We age with time, in what dreams do we believe
Hope for today was almost scary, on the contrary, flocks of my sheep are dieing
So what good Shepperd's gives up trying
They told me to go to sleep, and Jesus Christ would wash my feet
Slip and sin, we...
By An Excuse To Speak Of You
If things went on for one more day, everything would be fine. I wish I had that one more day, and it hurts that I didn't take my own advice. I had billions of chances to do it, but my fear of rejection engulfs my own feelings. If I would have gone on my first instinct, but I didn't and now I...