Sunday, May 17, 2009
About Me
I'm the girl who doesn't know her race & and who's home is not this place.
Previous Posts
- Everyone knows this is nowhere
- Guess Ive got that old travlin bone, cause this fe...
- And though our mouths are dry we talk in hope to h...
- I'll be here in sunshine or in shadows
- Growing darkness taking dawn I was me but now he's...
- We've got nothing but the clothes that we wear, we...
- the sanest days are mad
- so remember out there somwhere you've got a friend...
- Golden days, before they end, Whisper secrets to t...
- Spirits open to the thrust of grace, never a breat...


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