ii. THE FURY OF THE WORLD RESTS UPON HER SHOULDERS.
( inflict upon pain
but she does not yield. )
— dark eyes scream dangers to outsiders.
she is storm !
she is anger !
( yet, she feels as if her lungs are crushed
by thousand boulders. )
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 5:51 PM UTC
ii. THE FURY OF THE WORLD RESTS UPON HER SHOULDERS.
( inflict upon pain
but she does not yield. )
— dark eyes scream dangers to outsiders.
she is storm !
she is anger !
( yet, she feels as if her lungs are crushed
by thousand boulders. )
