Dark Brown Pools of Despair
Yesterday I saw a pretty girl. But her face had been smashed. Dried blood caked her swollen lips and encrusted itself on her
Yesterday I saw a pretty girl. But her face had been smashed. Dried blood caked her swollen lips and encrusted itself on her
Everything Happens For A Reason and other lies I’ve loved. A modern day lament for those who are dying, and important guidebook for those who want to help