I HAVE ASK LIMIT JFC. AND MAN IMMA GET A KIWI OK
But they burn your tongue.
Broken dreams
The heart dies a slow death. Shedding each hope like leaves, until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.
veni, vidi, vici
I HAVE ASK LIMIT JFC. AND MAN IMMA GET A KIWI OK
But they burn your tongue.