A realistic fiction writer who is juggling between a coffee cup in one hand and a book in another.
He looked at me with love in his eyes and said he loved 'Apples'... He looked at me with love in his eyes and said he loved 'Apples'...
As I write his name on the sand, The waves wash it away. As I write his name on the sand, The waves wash it away.
...Cause they are my siblings ...Cause they are my siblings
As he penetrated deep into my virgin soul, I screamed, howled in pain, but voices inside the four wa... As he penetrated deep into my virgin soul, I screamed, howled in pain, but voice...