Something was done, now that I'm driving consistently. I don't have the time to write down the thougts, that come across my mind. I wonder if it's worth it to die, my flame wiped out on this very road. Blood mixed with metal, fibers of well written verses.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 1:00 PM UTC
Something was done, now that I'm driving consistently. I don't have the time to write down the thougts, that come across my mind. I wonder if it's worth it to die, my flame wiped out on this very road. Blood mixed with metal, fibers of well written verses.
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