No matter where we are, or what we look like. We are the same.
The soldiers that lay down their lives in war everyday. What they hear, and what we pray.
Buried beneath the tallest tree, you cry.
kids can see this through. i found this at 1:23 am and i guess i wanted to share it or something. kudos, guys.
We lose again and again but we continue to fight.
I would like to write better, but was unable to
So, come one, come all, to this moonlit masquerade.
i'm really not sure about this whole life thing. But nothing matters anyway i guess
A thing about stuff. Don't care about things, it's not worth it.
She walks through the school as it rots and erodes.
Doing this for me..