The life held within is nothing but abnormality, because where are your footprints that are supposed to guide me? As what you should have been, a role model stepping on liquid cement for it to mold into greatness, rather than walking on the beach close to the sea, where the water can come up and wash your footprints away. But the path you chose is along the shore line, and knowing the dark path you chose, a tunnel with no light at the end; I pray to God the water washes away even all of your darkest sins.
Free Her Soul
June 14, 2011