ever satisfy her when memories of a body strapped with wires leaves her lost. I want to scream until my lungs bleed "I'm glad your son died on the cross", but i
that we could be. You made me promise that I would let you know if I found myself struggling to cope. How can I lay that on you when you?re struggling
say this is on its last legs I?m lost for words. We would have lit up the fucking city if you could tap the energy. I will never understand how can this
?t blame distance when a lack of respect and resolve is the culprit and I know you don?t have that many angles to cover that much of the time. Have you
desires to put certain plans into action and I will crack on. I won?t let this city swallow me up or this headache slow me down, I won?t let this fucking