Sunday, July 9, 2006
In It's Perfect Time
A time to laugh and a time to cry Where were you when my father died? I was alone again, just like the time you left me when I was 10. Are you still confused and angry a lot? It must be my fault, I did something wrong, that’s what I thought, when I was a child alone in the wild. How could you leave...
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