infinite sadness and melloncholly, wanting to rescue him tho rite now I am powerless, to him I am Superman so I make false promises, she holds the Kryptonite that keeps me at bay, instead of safe harbor, fury inside mixed with false accusations, creates a poison, when injected, makes me feel crazy,... Sign in to see full entry.
aceblade's works for Monday, April 4, 2011
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