From 102
from 6am
I hear those little steps.
Innocent
constant reminders
that no one picks you up.
Even if they hear you cry.
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
From 102
from 6am
I hear those little steps.
Innocent
constant reminders
that no one picks you up.
Even if they hear you cry.
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