Except a few noble souls, everyone else whom i trusted and they betrayed me so bad and abandoned me cruelly when i needed them, i wish I'll get to see their face screaming sorry when i pluck the skull out of their body.
Like the plucked away my innocent petals and threw it to the fireplace.
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Worlds Of Words
Поезія\\ Worlds of Words: Journal and Rantbook \\ A world of words in pages away from the busy city lights Words of Words, as the name suggest is to recreate worlds --- our imagination, with words and feelings and emotions. After all, it's a safe world o...
