histórias de Secretdairy

The pitter - patter of the blood , As it slides down the reflective blade, The rigor sound of despair , As tears makes way to the ghost-quiet lips, Ready to whisper for the last time ..... I wish you happiness . Wish to know what happened? How about we chase the truth ....together?

I don't publish these for anyone to read; I'm just creating a platform for my thoughts and experiences in case someone stumbles upon this after my death.

HELP ME T-T LEEBIT AND PUPPYM STOLE MY SECRET DIARY !!!!