And I wonder How would we look like in our 18 When we were both young And crashed to the rain When you were with somebody and I was someone else's What if we met earlier? Would we be in this level of understanding? Cause I'm grateful for ours now Cause we've met in a right time In the best beautifully insanity ~ Sincerely yours, Lynn
Oh God, it hurts! My eyes are blurred All of my tears keep running out My heart is punding over I'm in deep qualmishness Seeing all of the blood, all of the tears, all of the sweat in a road asking for the probity. And yet, they keep silent blindly. Oh God, it hurts! Lynn. Stay strong democracy.