03-10-2024, 09:35 AM
A time grown out of pity like rain on the asphalt.
Pain is a pleasure to the unassuming masses.
It was not the vow that was broken, but the innocence that stumbled out of reach of lovers torn at the seams.
Pain is a pleasure to the unassuming masses.
It was not the vow that was broken, but the innocence that stumbled out of reach of lovers torn at the seams.