...Never knew it could mean too much
A scary feeling, to discover the death of your tongue when you need to talk, and discover the death of your heart when you need to love and live, and discover the drought of your eyes when you need to cry, and discover that you are alone like autumn’s branches when you need others.
التعديل الأخير تم بواسطة J.L ; 15/August/2015 الساعة 7:26 pm
Miss being little kid