She was alone, she was sad, she wanted to be loved, she was loved but did not know. It was I, with my broken heart could destroy walls and storm sad eyes. My green and sad eyes never stop me, because my demons are here, my demons don't leave me. My demons loves me and I love my demons.
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Story by Des.
Three Months.
Tres meses sólo hicieron falta para que ambos notaran finalmente el amor que sentían uno por el otro; se dier...
