the eyes respon to heart that directs.just saw the little girl grow up that awaits a stand like a tree to death....but fragile as twigs.i know im complaining ...i just feel like a fool who is in control,but i survive.oh god is thy litle girl lost in a restrained tears.what am i entitled to the god.i just dont want to in control by a sense of emosion that continues to trigger the destruction call me if i did too stupid for you to create.i was bored i was devastated with no real direction.not that i is not as good as their word.im just a little girl who grew up to await a death like a little girl who was trampled by elephant by me
Posted on: Fri, 25 Jul 2014 13:40:58 +0000