Diva-
From the Blog randomlyabstract “Yours I was still am always will be.” His eyes were red. They emitted fire. His hair were all messed up. Like his life. He would pull his hair, kick his bed, his door, and cry. Tears wouldn’t stop for even a minute – nor would he make any effort of that kind. He was too weak, so helpless, that any effort to push back the inevitable doom seemed useless. He kept pacing around the small room with a mind too full or blank. I am not sure he knew what he was doing or what he could, because he didn’t seem to show that in his ways. Between his wails a name unknowingly escaped his lips. Her name. His secret. He sat down suddenly on the floor and began staring his palms. Her name was his object, and how he worshiped it. It was his everything*. She *was his everything! But nothing wapakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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