In my mindIn my mind, I fly by GinaXIn my mind
If I were as free as a bird, I would spread my wings and soar.
Although today was painful again, I must keep going.
I weave these feathers of hope.
I will rise up from this world full of suffering.
Because when I close my eyes, I can already fly.
EmotionEmotion by GinaXEmotion
He can sense her beckon. Her voice beguiling the soul. A figure of grace and beauty. She waits with elegant patience.
Reach out not with a lewd heart, A light hand holds her voluptuous body. The other smoothly reaches behind, Softly support a flawless neck. His breath pauses and he strums the chord.
Playing nicePlaying nice by GinaXPlaying nice
Gina sat on the floor piling wooden blocks. The ground was hard and cold, not at all like where Hannah, her younger sister, was. Mommy was cradling Hannah and telling her how cute and sweet she was. Gina frowned and angrily slammed another wooden block on her tower. KerCrash! The blocks fell and scattered noisily across the wooden floor. “Oh for Hyne!” mommy scowered at Gina. “Can’t you play quietly!?” “Look, you scared Hannah”, mommy wiped away Hannah’s tears, fake tears. “Sorry mot...” Gina said. “Enough. Pick up the blocks.
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