THE OLD WINE WRITTEN AND POST BY NAJWA POWLEY
I WAS THE FLOWER OF MY GENERATION BUT NOW I AM THE BOOK OF REGULATION SOME TIME I WONDER IF IT IS TRUE? SOME TIME I AM NOT ME WITH YOU I LIVED SO LONG WITH ALL KIND OF HEMULATION I HAD GOT OVER IT BUT IT IS FRUSTRATION EVERY TIME I HAVE MY DREAM SOME ONE COMES TO SCREAM EVERY ROAD I HAD WALKED... Sign in to see full entry.