khanabadosh (An Idle Wanderer)
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Última publicación lun, feb 11, 2019
I wander the streets of broken Hearts, climb the highly built concrete walls and get stuck in the bloody crawlers of emotions. if you have not experienced an ugly love, you would not know the beautiful one, you wont know the difference, not know what being loved feels like.
Welcome to the world of Love, Heartbreak and Heartache.
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