Biography of Jacquilynn Miller
I write according to how I feel and what I love to do.
Dream and don't let the losers try to take them dreams away.
The walls are caving in.
The ceiling is falling
The ground is shaking
I clench your hand
I die slowly and painfully
I never got to see how old we would live to be.
I heard a whisper maybe its all in my head i hope but if it was i would be alive My last words were