the girl what’s wrong with the girl today is she heartless, look, her face fades away, as if she can fly like the light-hearted children of yesterday, what holds back the years and keeps her there playing with her fears. by chris cox ©1997
Reason for writing:
Lord knows, nigh three years, time is cruel.
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