All around her is fire. She screams but no one hears. Why is she surprised, she asks. In the fire, never out. Never wavering, always a drought. But then there is a speck of yellow and a little blue. He is something far beyond her reach. But she tries and tries.

Puterea de transformare a iubirii necondiționate. Cum îți dai seama dacă un om te iubește pentru ceea ce ești? Fiind tu însuți. Eliberându-te treptat de teama că nu vei fi plăcut pentru anumite aspecte din .

This is what you do to me. Hope you are happy and enjoying your hot cup of evilness. How do you help yourself when the hurt is exploding in your chest. Where do you look to find comfort when the one person who was your shoulder is gone with the dust of the late December. What do I do without you now? How is your father,Lucifer.

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