One,two,three,four.... The numbers keep counting, The ranks keeps getting higher and The voices in her head kept increasing. Their incessant chattering climaxes as a result of different views. The Positive
I hate being caught up in my emotions I dislike being the center of my own sadness A pain boils in me sometimes and i hope it makes me hardened
So there you were simply sitting on the chair with your head hanging from the support of both hands placed upon your cheeks. Your eyes were positioned in a way
He took her to places in her emotions she never imagined were available to her reach. He wasn't a prince charming but he was ready to be make this Harley
Couldn't let go of the pain felt, He thought to himself "time would make it melt". But He couldn't continue in this shenanigans, Cos' no mental strength was Availed. For