My soul have drowned in memories.
There is no coming back.
YOU ARE READING
The Ink Spilling From My Pen ✔
Поэзия* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The ink that spilled out of my pen formed these poetry. * ** * * * * * * * * * * ** ** * * ** * * ** * ** ** *** ** * * ** * * ** A random poetry collection that spill...
Drowned In Memories.
My soul have drowned in memories.
There is no coming back.