YOU ARE READING Tangled Poetry Cross my fingers and hope to die. I promise I'll try. 2 504 38 7 by -castaway- Dedicated to _coffee_ by -castaway- Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story She would call herself a shoelace Restrained if tied Harmful if loose. But all she wanted to be Was free
