I want to exit your life like a bullet No goodbye No shaking hands No parting smile that lingers But disappearing, just like that An apparition of unholiness.
Am I a coward? Well, maybe. But I wish you find the love I never could And the clouds up above May they watch over you and do you good.
Nita never spoke anything good about her parents to anyone. When her mother would berate her for all the things she shouldn't have done - her father, an
The little hands played in the puddle of water. They stamped their gumboots and played in the rainwater collected on the roadside. The swings and slides
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