other than paper me I am fulfilling the career I want. If it wasn\'t for my mom I don\'t know what my skills would have been. Love you all, love you mom.
All the cold mirrors in the rooms leaves her shut off, hurt and alone. Tears mean nothing, sadness is all that evokes upon her guardians as they see her glass Cages sitting beside her as these glass cages will always find her.
We have barely just begun the rest of our unsung lives now we must re-write it all in midnight blues for the shadows who swing inside ourselves and captivates the sounds of magic.