2 gets me the worst, and ties directly into the other ones I am habitually guilty of: 6, 7, 13, 14
2 gets me the worst, and ties directly into the other ones I am habitually guilty of: 6, 7, 13, 14
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...
Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...
Posting Permissions
Reply With Quote