love, the nostalgia left after the fire burns, to smouldering embers, tears, the words thought to say, after the wrong ones are said, the one who truely cares, taboo, in a life of which my soul is bared, no one seems to enter, so unprepared, and in my haste, I conquer all good, as if it were all... Sign in to see full entry.
aceblade's works for Sunday, October 14, 2012
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