Helpless
I remember that it hurt,
to see you hurt.
The destruction he caused,
cursed your self-being.
Once a lovely flower,
but now a lonely ****
Your eyes tell stories of the complete
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 8:04 AM UTC
Helpless
I remember that it hurt,
to see you hurt.
The destruction he caused,
cursed your self-being.
Once a lovely flower,
but now a lonely ****
Your eyes tell stories of the complete
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