He thought I was beautiful. He actually thought I was beautiful, and like flowers you ate fond of, he plucked me. Eventually though plucked flowers die, and thats what he did. He killed me.
He killed me.
He thought I was beautiful. He actually thought I was beautiful, and like flowers you ate fond of, he plucked me. Eventually though plucked flowers die, and thats what he did. He killed me.
