waralut 3.23 %^&

www.learningtogive.org/.../ 01build_trust.asp scents ending the glass window bends; a light scent ends here, i didn't need to remember; i need not care. the dances, it terrifies. old crap; the room fell inside my eyes, theirs. blew my pride away because young heart remembers, mine; pandemonium of lost fires firing up and left, turn... living me guessing; the youngs pouncing me helpless void... i should not scuffle... keep my causes safe from them. from cruel fear, cruel glass panes, four walls because i am young myself.