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Mother of 5, not knowing if her day will rise. Rubbing her eyes, hoping to keep the day alive. Grabbing for her cup, to take a sip of the rush. Waiting for the warmth to enter my veins and reach right for my brain.
to like tupac and adelle I like tupac and adele But I am not supposed to I inherently believe you choose your fate But it seems others believe it chooses you And they will push you towards it
As I look at these seven stories, it’s difficult not to cry. These poor animals are beaten, abused, and left to die. Students in Vegas cut of the head of a bird, exotic and rare.
Those harsh words you have spoken Cannot be taken back with regret later despite your regret, our relationship is broken I guess the best gotten from you was your anger