Direktlänk till inlägg 30 mars 2012
I hate that you just,
don't call me anymore.
And when you slapped me,
and called me whore.
The way the bruise
mares my arm.
And I remember that,
you said you'd cause no harm.
You lied to me,
and wont let me leave.
I need room to breathe,
So set me free.
By callie boudreau
"Oh that the desert were my dwelling place,
With one fair spirit for my minister;
That I might all forget the human race,
And, hating no one, love but only her."
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