"....throw roses into the abyss and say: ' here is my thanks to the monster who didn't succed in swallowing me alive."
" i guess we are both angels in each other's stories and demons in our own context."
' I shall write it in my diary to-night'.
'What?'
' That a burnt child loves the fire.'
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Story by ~Venatrix~
Το νεκροταφείο των ζωντανών
Ενα λουλούδι που άνθισε στο έδαφος ενός νεκροταφείου, μια ιστορία αποδοχής και αγαπης , μια ιστορία που γράφ...
