Love is not from petals born
Our love is not from petals born the rose might bloom a day or three though lovely it still carry thorns while lust is prickly strength is key, cause passion […]
Our love is not from petals born the rose might bloom a day or three though lovely it still carry thorns while lust is prickly strength is key, cause passion […]
Life is being squeezed between a birthstone and a headstone, a cul-de-sac ending in abyss. Life is being stuck, to be running in a treadmill. But if you quack me […]
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
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