Despite everything I am just a forgotten memory for you, left alone in the darkness thinking about what is love ? The answer I got is that love is bullshit. Too much fake love makes you hate love.
Despite everything I am just a forgotten memory for you, left alone in the darkness thinking about what is love ? The answer I got is that love is bullshit. Too much fake love makes you hate love.
Drenched from the blood in my veins, this book speaks of the different aspects of the dark. Catastrophically, the woeful brooks flow through these pages, bringing with them, the unavoidable, unwaveri...