His little whispers. "Love me, love me." That's all I ask for. "Love me, love me." He battered his tiny fists to feel something. Wondered what it's like
She began to die Indiana that's not right Indiana that's not right She began to fight Indiana make it mine Indiana make it mine So pale and white So inclined to do what
it rocks me gently silent, silent If I never surface then it doesn't matter Hold my breath It's silent, silent, now Diligent Escape by the water Not sick of it It
the pain of a summer. porcelain skin that the sun would soon hurt, such were the pains of my wanders. poor little girl with a sunburn. poor little girl with a sunburn. once was a
