We love each other Or that we are hated , in some good times together. But I've never understood it. The word love is like a candle flame who orders our way , it's everything coming together to support each other , but today our past. Back to storm it Splash and dash to make every effort. I do not give off much effort. The torture
...I had to wait a bit longer to do. The wind was starting over , I have tired to endure fatigue. I just love it there, but the latter. As haunting the living. On the same die Stand for what life is. With a bruising It is the latter that must rankle
stand for nothing.