Who will live, shall see. In the peak of her tenebrous life she found that the only solace she can find is in the shade of the remains of her broken ..
She had so many sins that it bled continuously down from her mouth to her skin. And when you see her portrait, you are already token as hers.*One han..
The cold feeling against my fingertips as her embodiment slip through my fingerscontinued flowing as if its bearer was endless river; feeding my hunge..