"since i met you. this house has started to decay and every wall that once was clean. has turned a shade of grey. so much to rescue. so much you just cant understand now the streets are dark and empty. and the problems in our hands. i cant leave you. see back home my house is falling down. i cant leave you. and back home my house is falling down since i met you. my basement has started to bleed the floors are all collapsing. still im begging to be free". PW
Sunday, March 30, 2008
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