They Cut Down My Tree Of Hope On A Full Moon Night

Filled with the desire ,the urge, and the need to simply not exist anymore, breathing in and out against my will , in a full moon night in the middle of the yard , with one demand , all I crave is simply not to exist, i read books seeking hope I listened to hours ofمتابعة قراءة “They Cut Down My Tree Of Hope On A Full Moon Night”

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