A wound to the heart, a hole so deep. Can it be fixed?Or simply replaced?People lie. Those closest to me, tell the most lies. Do they not know who I am?... > Lire la suite
A wound to the heart, a hole so deep. Can it be fixed?Or simply replaced?People lie. Those closest to me, tell the most lies. Do they not know who I am? What I'm capable of?Sometimes I wonder if they do. Because when I unravel their lies, they will be delivered to the hell I once visited. And it won't be pleasant.