By ZoE ZoE Date: 1 July 1999
I want to cling to him with those forcepts I want to live like we've promised eachother we'd do (I think it was last week) now I am slowly wilting I deserve any nmae he could fling at me I am hoping we could dance in the sunsets of strawberry fields and I guess what I am trying to say is: days we weren't allowed to be qho we wanted, we realized we couldn't handle the freedom getting what you want is a raw piece of freedom