| PART I |
lost
H I M
who am i?
where am i?
why am i here?
is there a purpose?
what is it?
i am lost.
all i am sure of is her. she is everything i am not, but everything i am.
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growing wings | Completed
Poézia❝my freedom was at the cost of my sanity❞ how far would you go to earn your freedom, if it meant stripping away your happiness and losing your mind. freedom does not mean liberat...
