I was writing all down what was written before,
Writing down prats,
Writing down ******
When I stumbled upon an array of deceit,
It was a trap,
They took my journal from me.
I smiled.
No one will ever find their bodies.
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 8:58 PM UTC
I was writing all down what was written before,
Writing down prats,
Writing down ******
When I stumbled upon an array of deceit,
It was a trap,
They took my journal from me.
I smiled.
No one will ever find their bodies.
Bailey! What do I do?? I can't find it! @Kittytheemoprincess.
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