I grew up in small town.In the country, I was raised on a farm.I rode my first horse at age of 11. more »
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What shall I have to do?
I will never know, I don't guess.
My mind plays game with me at times. It's still in living in the past.
It's causing me all kinds of pain.May be I'll call her. or just sit in the cold room alone. turn my music on. type these sad words.
This is the start.
Looking to make every thing right. I regret causing you any pain, making you smell. that beautiful smell. Teeth white as snow.
but will I ever get to kiss the snow?
I'll never know, because It hurts me some bad to see her...
NO matter how I say she looks so beautiful.