as I smoke this cigerette and down this shot, cigeratte smoke feels my lungs, in this time, really nothing could've closed my mind or mouth, yeah wait and see, like lyrics to a song, written bought grief and misery, you know hard times, they're just an old friend, another friend that likes to follow... Sign in to see full entry.
aceblade's works for Sunday, August 26, 2012
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