larell carter


Winter Thouts By Larell

forget your pian the sorrow is over nothing to lose its a for leaf clover of pain not luck that takes you in gives you a chance then jumps at your skin is this my life you start to say will i be her next winters day is all time gone am i finally dead all i can see is the clouds in my head of my thouts my dream all i wont to be life is not easy edle

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