Treasure Island

Sylvia Loven Carter

(June 13,1963 / Dallas, Texas)

Seulement Une Ciatrice Indolore


Il est estimé douloureux au début, je veux dire la douleur et la trahison qui se produisent, il a mis mes nerfs à fleur de peau, je suppose? et j'ai pleuré presque chaque fois que je pensais à ce sujet. Même dire à quelqu'un parfois eu les larmes aux yeux, le temps a aider la douleur et je ne pleure plus pas diable, je ne suis même pas plus en colère c'est seulement une cicatrice indolore maintenant.

Submitted: Sunday, April 06, 2014
Edited: Monday, April 07, 2014

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