We're all suckers for tragedies. |
To Jake.
My first...
To Jake.
My first...
To Jake.
My first. My only...
To Jake.
My first. My only...
To Jake.
My first...
To Jake.
My first...
Beneath the clouds of thriving grey,
Upon the darkness, to sleep I lay...
Oh, Angel, Fallen from Grace,
Incandescent soul pushed to the edge...
Friends are like shoes: they make your life easier, but they can't do the walking for you. |