Hi. I'm just a mental girl who cares about no one but herself. And I was born with something. Something I can't change. Something I'm not able to let go of. I was born with a dream. With one and only perspective of life. And I'm too weak to change. So I have two options: make my dream come true or wait. Just wait. Til the day I die. Hopeless and useless. The problem is: the fear is already killing me.
"A walking disaster, the son of all bastards. You regret you made me. It's too late to save me."
melon fucker(s)
"A walking disaster, the son of all bastards. You regret you made me. It's too late to save me."
melon fucker(s)
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