Posts by Brandon Venter
When love dies,
It ceases to exist.
And the flame that used to
When love dies, It ceases to exist. And the flame that used to be, Ceases to persist It feels like a wound that won’t stop bleeding, Like it’s you...
When love dies, It ceases to exist. And the flame that used to be, Ceases to persist It feels like a wound that won’t stop bleeding, Like it’s you...
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