• the_neurotic_thinker 45w


    She was dousing bottomless in the inky dispirited ocean of her own soul in a way that no one can snatch her out.She was mourning her effort of combative killing of her own vision.Her ill-fated hands were stained red in condemn murdering the conviction of all the those who cherished her.She was bleating vehemently on her resolution of not strolling alone and TRUST ME....
    This was not her adoption,but it was a dark spot on her doom that hold back every cock crow in her survival.