Tuesday 22 June 2010

She’ll be coming round the mountain

Hotel[5]

 

 

I knew the honeymoon was over when I saw where I had to loose what was left of my innocence. Perhaps it was then that I decided to kill him. They said later it was the first sign of my illness, I saw it as the first flash of sanity.

 

 

 

 

Random Word: Recovery

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