poetry HeartBreaksAndMistakes YoursTruelySeason2K1 (Remove filter)
The Game Of.
Sitting here now thinking back to something great i feel as if ive left behind so today I went outside and took that drive to a memory I left far behind so finally after all this time I pull up in the drive and there that old house sits not what it once was or at least how i left her in it so i wlk with caution to that memory and as i get to the door i see these hinges are coming off and its evide...
Sunday 22nd May 2016 8:32 am
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