Writing Paranoia September 23, 2021 It’s been forever when I checked, and autumn leaves I’m now ready to collectThe time is tricky, yet I love it deeplyShall I have to lose myself completely? It’s been forever since I loved that strongly,But it seems I’m always doing it wrongly, A little flower finally ready to bloom, But left alone with no choice, but to gloom. My paranoia here loves me more, I am a stranger, exactly like before. It's only fair to share... Facebook AccessDeniedAccess Denied2CTXZXMHC5MYK02PQiEQyOBD0ZIYfQou5UwkGUw2ClLBgmA2IFDHLjSOW5cRCuSKMqRyH2zDvmboWCQEYmHpOm7Wwkg= AccessDeniedAccess DeniedJD3F4JTB9D3YYAFDlo2f05JgHE65nIVSum0Xp6wodBhr0jfiVRzq12KxcTt8lbs0lkEX4fleARP2rIbQkagPiXkRsrA=Google Twitter Linkedin Pinterest TumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related Previous Been Through Newer Amairo Log: I’m Still Here You May Also Like I feel the wind… July 5, 2021 Amairo Log: Dreamer June 16, 2021 Приказка за свободната воля July 19, 2020 Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Name * Email * Website Comment Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.