My Dad The man who was there for me, the one person that showed me to be a strong woman, when he was weak. The man that taught me about things, like cars and sports. He even shared memories with me of his past life.
By Aubrey Harding7 years ago in Poets
Bipolar Depression It opens up like a bottle and the bubbles just come pouring out from the top. It's like a an adrenaline rush going through my veins, kinda like a street car racing the streets.