she cigarette with bundles of tears racing down her cheeks and after her lips some how found the strength to smile I thought to myself, "sometimes when chaos burns like a wildfire around us; we cant help but love its warmth."
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 10:40 PM UTC
she cigarette with bundles of tears racing down her cheeks and after her lips some how found the strength to smile I thought to myself, "sometimes when chaos burns like a wildfire around us; we cant help but love its warmth."
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