Troy, I love no more, by *Broken Wings* Subscribe to rss feed for *Broken Wings*

It started as a high school crush but slowly formed, shaped
and molded into something beautiful. 

As the years went by the paint on the walls started to
crack, the ceiling was leaking and the floor was hollow but
if you listen  closely the walls do talk
Posted: 2013-11-15 06:52:29 UTC

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