Toes curled round tight hanging on to dear life, arms spread up and out balancing in the wind. Safety line waves wildly even the gentlest breeze makes the branches sway.
As soon as you start, you'll want to stop. As soon as you're in, you sure to want out. As you begin to love them, you will start to hate them. As you realise,
The hunger of smog, only likely to grow, the kings dilemma and heartbrakes for lottery seeming a favourite luck was taking no bribes. The many who were led out
draft 4; domelife Living in a bubble child doesn't see no-ones allowed to know sun always shines while outside a tornado pulls the home away all they can give is love