His brown eyes and hairdark skin like milk chocolate melting,He felt like my everything.Felt like the moon light on my skinThe first bite of an apple ..
Death is a person with a working mind and running legs.In others' deepest condolences and sadness he finds cruel pleasure and relief.Forever bonding d..
The last scene of my life, I want it to be lonely.I want to be in the dark with nothing but myself around me.I want to feel captiveI want to hold myse..
If only I killed my lover before they killed the cells in my brain.Their analogical love dripped over my skin like the blood from my veins-what a sham..