In a somber state relaxed between moods a moment to think "what shall I do?" the morning sun shines through like a magnificent spectacle bringing forth the new day. Caught in misconception from that blundering rye, shackles and chains do not the young girl make so now hide for your life. Mounting despair of the grueling situation diverting what was and what is to be.. but what becomes of? Why none other than destiny.
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 Shuyajin · Sat Apr 30, 2005 @ 08:31pm · 2 Comments |
