Lines crossed her head as she looked at the words written bewildered to know if hers eyes aren't lying and yet they weren't
She was living in a delima too afraid to know whether she was living a world of spoken memories or the grooming reality
Lines crossed her head as she looked at the words written bewildered to know if hers eyes aren't lying and yet they weren't
She was living in a delima too afraid to know whether she was living a world of spoken memories or the grooming reality