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Written by: RandJr The memories of life are ice, they are cold and hard, melting away. The Good and The Bad, your mean your nice, yet its the painful memories I want to stay. I want something to have even if it hurts, blood trickles out of my heart. The red stains cover my shirts, as long as I am apart. We look our whole lives for something to hold, something to make it worth living. And as our lives unfold, It becomes easier to stop believing. I remember the pain, wounds still open. Till I find myself walking into the rain, still hurtin', but with all of this I'm still cope'in But Im not worried, for the Ice melts. So I will not be hurried, and deal with the life I am delt You might like one of the following stories: Real live driven fantasy 1(<10 minutes)True Story - Female / Female, Lesbian, Masturbation, Oral Sex Meetings in xnxx can be surprising Linda and the Dog(27 minutes)Fiction On a vacation with my wife and we learned a new type of sex Vickie Tries a New Cock (6)(<10 minutes)True Story - Blowjob, Erotica, Hardcore, Threesome, Wife Vickie and her husband Frank visit friends in Florida. They all enjoy each other. Which skirt should I wear?(<10 minutes)Diary - Exhibitionism, Incest Those ovaries have a mind of their own. Horse Semen Disposal(<10 minutes)Diary - Bestiality, Swallow Lilly can forego groceries during the summer, her stomach will be very busy. | ||||