1:47 p.m. -- my hell
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Where do I begin? Where does it end? When will I see, I can no longer pretend. Who can I reach? How can I tell, Breathe out my dark desires, Unleash my hidden hell. How did you appear, Why did you arrive, To disrupt my calm waters, To question my life. Samantha book funny faces the corridor of poetry bookshelf stories 'n stuff cast |