anthemsby Scraps/M's of JS
stories of generations,
youth and ages collide.
injustice of sorts, words should import,
into mind, into heart.
cruelly thought, wisely, input.
old storage, new creat...
(undecided title)by NatashaCelli
Eve never imagined her life to take the turn it did. She imagined herself in the city not in a little nothing town, she wanted to be her own boss. She got a psychology d...