It used to be the scent of love.
Now it is a scent of memories, pain, suffering, betrayal, disrespect and regrets.
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 2:32 AM UTC
It used to be the scent of love.
Now it is a scent of memories, pain, suffering, betrayal, disrespect and regrets.
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