Fly
Sitting here letting the years go by. Woundering Why. I want to spread my wings and fly. As the years go by, getting older. Things are changeing never going to be the same. Why am I still here? So lost and locked up inside. I want to spread my wings and fly.
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classicTiff
Thanks for viewing my page:) Im Tiffany. Im from Alabama. I have been writing lyrics and poems for 5 years. Its something I love to do. Writing is a awesome way for someone to express how they truely feel.
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