Happiness is a garden walled with glass: there's no way in or out. In Paradise there are no stories, because there are no journeys. It's loss and regret and misery and yearning that drive the story forward, along its twisted road.
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Истории от Maple🍁
Depend On You
There are friends,
There is a family,
Then there are friends that become a family,
Or a lover, sometimes a...
The Remains Of The Past
She's a damsel in distress who needs someone to save her, she's slowly drowning in her own forlorn and unrequ...