She had turned her mind into a museum of people she had loved. And all the memories she had shared with them adorned the walls.
YOU ARE READING
𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅?
PoesiaYou are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly
