they've got years on me

This is a collection of thoughts on faith, love, life and growing up. I would claim to be an expert but that be a lie, so instead I'll just say I'm learning. Thanks for reading and please pardon the sure to be common grammatical errors. - Chris

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

come alone......

from the garden to the hill.
Come my love.
I have fallen.
I have betrayed.

Listen to brightwood they have mad skills.
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