Let's took a dive within our unspoken madness, slumbering deep, deep, deep, within our psyche.
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Stories by arsha
THE LOVERS
both weep for the thorns in their skulls when the sun is killed and summer has gone by and the rain is acidic...
Under the Sun
do not cry when things do not make sense 'cause your hair will turn to gray (and it won't be glistening silve...