"I love my hair as it latter Porcupine and garland thread was my love Revitalized door a crown called trustworthy duif Bringing glimpses of beauty to my hair".
It's a story I wrote for a friend and I would like some meer work done on it before it's finished but I need some help with that. Please read? Also read the beschrijving above the story before reading. Thanks!
Please understand why I wrote this type of poem. I just have been a lot of things like this, so depressing. (Sorry for the people that are not Christian of Catholic.)