It's cold and it's damp
I
need a key to unlock the cramp in my knees,
my fingers are tingling.
I think that God is
singling me out
for
punishment.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 6:09 AM UTC
It's cold and it's damp
I
need a key to unlock the cramp in my knees,
my fingers are tingling.
I think that God is
singling me out
for
punishment.
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