I regret having hoomans as my company back then. So i dive deeper on the vast oceans of Antartica, building my own boundaries with my cold breeze; not letting anyone to cross it and seek out its dark mysteries. I became dead with my pen as my knife, holding my neck like a rope. I won't escape. Lifeless, dull, adorable penguin. Can you hand me a fish?
-penqueen//;
- Fucking , Austria
- JoinedSeptember 19, 2018
- website: www.facebook.com/penquin.penqueen
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