Nov 2020
It is said that vices attract the weak
The mere thought of a crutch breaks a leg
It is the same with love
The thought of my wings spanning thin
I grin
I want more
Vices
The mere thought of a crutch breaks a leg
It is the same with love
The thought of my wings spanning thin
I grin
I want more
Vices
Love, what we are most afraid of. The rejection of love is the poison of the trunk.
