BlackBirds Diary
- Leituras 607
- Votos 158
- Capítulos 35
I only find comfort in the books
For in the chapters I find peace
Here I can write my story
Form my imagination
Create my illusion
It is more than just fiction
It is my kingdom, my creation
My freedom
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