Sky
Life is so strange
sometimes intelligence wont matter much
You need to hold her hand
and look into her eyes
Knowing that she would care,
Sometimes addictions are funny
doesnt matter if you try to quit
you need a hero
Then sharing would make so much sense
and freedom
to ones who can accept,
and care for another..
The one time you laugh together
and look into the sky effortlessly;
N...
Friday 7th April 2017 11:45 pm
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