Childhood memories 馃槆馃構 Long ago, once I locked my innocence inside a room, eventually it forgot how to knock at the door, but my apology didn't leave her alone, for it never stopped chanting sorry more than thrice a day. At first I was thinking sorry is the brightest rose...This is a truncated preview of the original post. Press here to view the full post. Post Comment Receive notifications Add a comment...
