Autobiography

He Watches Her

Unrequited love

They Show No Mercy

Never let them see you cry They'll know what burns your eyes They're keeping score And love to cheat Whenever they're behind Always know you'll never win Because you play for them

The Times of Our Lives

There were three of us that day... two boys, and me.

Not

Not to support the future is the hope, Starting at the radiant point of entrance, Wheedling a dogged inheritance. Enormous groves of flourishing giants,
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not happy. I feel I am genuine to myself, I know that. But I also know I have a leaning to unforgiveness. A part of my human nature I find hard to contend with.

LeggingmeetsaDR and a pack of six....

wonder if they can in the other world..

Losing Everything

Have you ever lost everything time and time again?

My Irrationality

When everything affects me so strongly, what's a girl to do?

A Private World of Pain

Paris is a mercurial city which shapeshifts, changes faces with the onlooker’s mood.