Dear America,
I love you. A lot. I really do. I get chills when I read little tidbits of the Declaration of Independence. I'm grateful for the rights that we have because in other places . . . they're crimes.
I love you. . . I just wish people would stop using you like some kind of doormat.
Love, Me
I love you. A lot. I really do. I get chills when I read little tidbits of the Declaration of Independence. I'm grateful for the rights that we have because in other places . . . they're crimes.
I love you. . . I just wish people would stop using you like some kind of doormat.
Love, Me
November 11th, 2010 at 01:06am