More wounded than ever, I was frustrated from the pain Waiting to die with a broken way from the baggage, I went in search of my deceased pilgrimage
I went to cry for the scream My deceased. Royalty Before you like a ladder like amber bored every little bit of my heart This broken Chinese has been bonded Crying, a crying sound my new name gave me your Kaaba
I am not a broken, but still golden. God
Breathe you means hearing the sonnet go to the height of the tale of the wingspan and jumping The cry of crying.
