December 23, 2008
Water Finds Its Own Level
And when the the divine light shines upon me,fly me away from the road of perdition. Fly fly,fly fly. Stood there screaming,they hoped for forgiveness,so unfortunate,silenced with disbelief. as i soon find new excitement,i long for a new certain romance.Afraid but determined,Careful yet careless.
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