Broken
July 8, 2013
The wine, sweet,
Even when the room blurred
I don't think,
I
noticed,
When the hunter
became the prey.
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Krista
If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you
If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you
The wine, sweet,
Even when the room blurred
I don't think,
I
noticed,
When the hunter
became the prey.