Written By Mwire959
My Lips speak of tales I do not know in a world with crazy and drama one can not help but find the ghost and wonder why someone killed it and the spirit still haunts the winds the trees and the mansion all hours of the days. So that at night you see me and are like what is this and I say boo In that middle of night under the moon just looking at you. Oh is it just in a comic book. Well no one really knows the answers to things missing in the world now do we.Download
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