Chloe Madison Taylor. > Writing | WritersCafe.org

I've got 76 inches and 88 keys, to get me where I wanna be. It's not enough, It's not enough.

Sail belly up to the clouds.

Cause a disasters a disaster no matter what Christian language you drag it through.

Because if seeing is believing, then believe that we have lost our eyes.

and I know everything is all about your perfect image.

It's not my own death I'm scared of. It's other peoples deaths I have to live with.

I'm selfish as selfish comes, your giving me a run for my money.

I actually hate coffee.