-224 No. Just no. I keel you if you win. (And there's no way in hell you're going to win- you're soooooo far behind)
Millions of miles from home In the darkness before the dawn In the swirling of this storm When I'm rolling with the thunder But bleed from thorns Leave a light, a light on.
Wait... (dafug?) Where are we supposed to be at? I'm SOOOOO confused (Oh, and whatever the score really is, I bring it down one)
Millions of miles from home In the darkness before the dawn In the swirling of this storm When I'm rolling with the thunder But bleed from thorns Leave a light, a light on.
You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children. — Madeleine L'Engle, Author