All along.

by Chelsea   Aug 18, 2007


The stench of the rotting flesh on his breath never really goes away, his past will haunt him forever. What he did will never be covered up, as long as he lives. He will never find happieness again, and all because he chose to give up something to look for someone to love.. when the one he was supposed to love, was standing right there all along.

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