She cried In the sun as we sat on the
concrete lip of a family plot.
told me her regrets of returning God's gift.
*Life would be so different.
I can never get it back, I'm so ungrateful.*
The world underlies.
And we are sensitive people.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 8:26 AM UTC
She cried In the sun as we sat on the
concrete lip of a family plot.
told me her regrets of returning God's gift.
*Life would be so different.
I can never get it back, I'm so ungrateful.*
The world underlies.
And we are sensitive people.
