this my seem like just a regular story, but think again.
on a cold september night, luisa was murdered.
i would never thought to picture my life with out her, but here i am, if only i was Pictureing. she was so butiful her brown eyes, stared through your soul, her butiful midnight black hair glisend every where, never in my wildest dreams would i of thought i would have to live with out her.
