Aug 29, 2013
I've sat at the back of the line for years, Wishing the world wouldn't spin. I give in, alone again it appears. There were pieces of me that lived in corners on a hard wood floor, Until an Angel walked in through my door.
seen from Germany
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seen from Germany
seen from Ukraine
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seen from United States
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seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Türkiye

seen from Kazakhstan
seen from Australia
seen from United States

seen from Australia
seen from Jordan
seen from Germany
seen from Philippines
seen from China
seen from United States
I've sat at the back of the line for years, Wishing the world wouldn't spin. I give in, alone again it appears. There were pieces of me that lived in corners on a hard wood floor, Until an Angel walked in through my door.