Crying out for peace.
Canceling a simple thing.
How Am I suppose to breathe.
A stupid thing to be upset about
A burning game of hide and seek
My my my I need love
Lonely road to the
One thing
I think is meant for me
How do people do these things?
Walk Alone.
Everyone should have someone. No.
Our blood is mixed in with the depths of our truth.
We bleed out until the world finally knows what we NEED.
Do You
See The
Woman Alone
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 9:01 AM UTC
Crying out for peace.
Canceling a simple thing.
How Am I suppose to breathe.
A stupid thing to be upset about
A burning game of hide and seek
My my my I need love
Lonely road to the
One thing
I think is meant for me
How do people do these things?
Walk Alone.
Everyone should have someone. No.
Our blood is mixed in with the depths of our truth.
We bleed out until the world finally knows what we NEED.
Do You
See The
Woman Alone
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