My body is but a blank canvas in need of a story. So fill it up with the colours of your emotion, with dark bruises and dark red rivers of my blood, for they represent all the love I have for you.
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My Apology
Não FicçãoWhy even try to understand what's going on inside our heads? The mind is a tricky place where you can find so much yet understand so little. Doubts, worries, scenarios and more are flowing throught it like a boat in a harsh ocean wave, yet, why do...
