All she knows is her dreams have been lost to the wind, her passion washed away with the rain, her faith flattened neath the hail of her shame and her joy shackled away in the dungeons of her self worth
But you fail to see what blinds me, her past cannot hope to taint her beauty. Her eyes deep wells of flowing life. Her soul a melody that forges swords of passion. Her hair flickers with the darkness like the day fighting the night. When she smiles a tapestry of lights surround her
You tried to **** her, and you will regret it
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 10:08 PM UTC
All she knows is her dreams have been lost to the wind, her passion washed away with the rain, her faith flattened neath the hail of her shame and her joy shackled away in the dungeons of her self worth
But you fail to see what blinds me, her past cannot hope to taint her beauty. Her eyes deep wells of flowing life. Her soul a melody that forges swords of passion. Her hair flickers with the darkness like the day fighting the night. When she smiles a tapestry of lights surround her
You tried to **** her, and you will regret it
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