A poem
by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA...
A poem
by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA...
SiTTiNG HERE THiNKiNG TO MYSELF
TEACHER TALKiNG && i CANT EVEN HEA HiM...
H3y babi3
i hop3 ur up th3r3 list3nin...
I'm Not my Mother.
My Father...
To all those girls who are stuck in the middle of...
You know what makes me sad? Seeing these beautiful...
They teach you that it\'s okay for them to sleep...
We keep going round the same old bend retelling...
But now Ive gotten bored I wanna read something...
Ive known u 2years which has been a really long...
I wish i could tell u how much i still love u n...
i wish i could have been da best man possible to u...
I've always been the one
to play the games...
Why hate me?
What did I do to you...