glors5
Across those white fences I used to see my love, to love him, kiss him, touch him. We used to escape the world, to live our life, until....
Half the time I act as I'm not myself... Should it be lack of confidence? Should it be any desire of wanting some other life? Anyway, it must change...
The car was driven to downtown's bus station. Driven through the woods, that's where he would comit the crime. That's if he wasn't found dead before.