The World Aroundme
THE WORLD AROUND ME, LONLY AND DEPRESSED
THERES TIMES ITS GOOD, AND AT TIMES I WOUNDER WHY WERE
EVEN HERE.
WHY ARE SO MANY PEPOLE HAVING TO FIGHT OR EVEN KILL.
WHEN WE SHOULD BE WORRING ABOUT OUR CHILDERS FUTCHER
by peples mcmurrin
Copyright © Debbie Temple | Year Posted 2010
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