Y es, lovely ^
You can’t escape from what you are. A plant that grew in the mud. And one day the rain will press on your lovely face hard..., so hard that rol vou will sink...
Never withering. But drowning. Drowning into the mud from whence you came.
I can’t quite grasp
Just for a taste ? Seems
aware of the chaos you are about to unleash ? It will not only hurt
I don’t think my father had this chance
many others as well.
It’s too late now
Whatever your reasons were...
And how did he find us anyway ?
Also don’t hesitate and gimme a call if you find out anything.
I can’t wait to wiel
СОггЛхО
Мой Прайд: Две мои дочери.
Правда, они милые?
они милы
Да что с тобой не так?! nü ± . iriiz Я пытаюсь помочь! ПОДХОДИ!
Покажи свою рану! ПОЖАЛУЙСТА! L Я НЕ ХОЧУ
УМИРАТЬ!!!