(no subject)
I was thinking last night about how nice some people really are. And how I never recognize them to their face. I almost take for granted that they shall be there and kind, yet I'm rather afraid that they won't be. Interesting none the less, though I am writing this with an individual in mind.
"...and makes you wonder the awful things
That stripped that angel of his wings..."
"...and makes you wonder the awful things
That stripped that angel of his wings..."