Whatever I feel like writing, scribbling, doodling, sharing my pictures will probably be here if I find time enough off of playing stupid games
Tuesday, 20 January 2015
We
I was born her brother
I became her father
I am now her mother and her son
Life is cruel on soft souls
But we endure, we survive, we strive to live for the ones who don't.
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