I Remember How It Used to Be

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    Walked through the 'home' what it used to be. That unfamiliar sting, peirced the eyes and cursed them down, hands felt weak as my body screamed for wanting. This time last year, i love the colour of autumn because the embers burn the leaves. I said i loved the colour of autumn...
    Altruism Altruism
    18-21, F
    Nov 3, 2008
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