Poems from GinjaNinja
Best friend drifts away, and everything began to change. if his father let him come and play, he'll be okay. Mary jane would never came in...
what kind of system is this?, you know we hate this. You lie and conceive all the time by what is mine.
daydreaming about my what ifs, its one of my main highs. what if i jumped off a cliff, and i could fly. no time to die. it less boring in...