Remember.
The apple that
killed
Snow White was a masterpiece brewed from the poison of jealousy.
Not hate.
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I DIDN'T WAKE UP DEAD
What the fuckery
written on Thursday, February 21, 2013
1:28 AM
I tried to make our differences work.
Yet, through these days, I really thought you ought to be better to me a little more than now.
What the fuckery
written on Thursday, February 21, 2013
1:28 AM
I tried to make our differences work.
Yet, through these days, I really thought you ought to be better to me a little more than now.
the fallen grace
It was when all the lights in my world blew out and everyone I thought cared, left.
When I first held onto him, I barely knew his name. But I was certain, this is who He have sent to save me. Am I wrong? Was I wrong?
I loved him from our first touch.
And I still love him today.
