lunes, 20 de septiembre de 2010

Criminal


As a lonely tear runs down my cheek until it reaches its final destination I lie to myself; I make myself believe Im all alone in this room filled with ghosts from a broken past. I've been a bad, bad girl... Completely aware I must pay for my sins I await for my trial, my punishment, what I deserve.

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