Everyone has a chapter they don't read out and -she's there. Trapped in those torn pages and owned a pad of poems about life, shits and, dark shaded tales.
Photos that being used in this work were not mine. A hundred fold of gratitudes and credits t...
Feelings faded, don't know when it started. Our paradise is dead, don't know how it was traded to pain and hatred. Do we need to blame the fate because our love ended? Or we need to blame ourselves for being blinded
in once-upon-a-time even it is stupid?
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