Tradgic

by IVY   Mar 23, 2006


She crys and trys to
figure out why. He
dies inside. The little
girl's cry. But why when
she trys to concentrate
on time. She blocks and
docks her troubles inside.
So now, he sounds like
nothing was bound on her
wrist. So he kissed her life
goodbye for this.

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