holding on to nothing, by adam greenleaf Subscribe to rss feed for adam  greenleaf

Sex and drugs is how she lived,memories when she was a kid
life was good back then,she catches a ride on the cool
wind,
a needle in her arm,she is gone,her life coming to an abrupt
end.
Posted: 2009-08-18 23:48:44 UTC

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2009-09-17 00:13:32maddy_7929
this says a lot in so little..

2009-09-24 21:59:48Nutcracker
wow! and it happens everyday! so sad