Its time to build our crumpled walls
This world doesn't know what we are made of
YOU ARE READING
This is me most of the time
PoésieDo you ever sit back and think why some things happen? Why some people come into your life? Well... That's me all the time. Love, growth, pain, hurt, friendship and a lot more. I really do hope you enjoy
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Its time to build our crumpled walls
This world doesn't know what we are made of