isn't it sad how the twinkling lights in the distance entice us, into making solid plans for our futures and how we are deluded and tricked into believing those twinkling lights are our guiding star?
yet again the night came and she sat there hopeless and thoughful what would her future be? she laughed, for wishing her life away was her *only virtue
yet again the night came and she sat there hopeless and thoughful what would her future be? she laughed, for wishing her life away was her *only virtue