She was playing with her ball, that was bouncing and bauncing again and again. I didnt want her to stop, I was entertained. but she stop and she didnt rebound it again
Anna Pinero
I’ve been raised up. I’ve been torn down. To the deepest depths. To the highest altitudes. The only constant thing is that I’ll always be on the attack.
davydoright
How everything always goes back to beginning! Why, I yell, silently, inside my head. It is like a never ending cycle, a tidal wave of nauseous misery and cruelty sold in jars.
She was playing with her ball, that was bouncing and bauncing again and again. I didnt want her to stop, I was entertained. but she stop and she didnt rebound it again
I’ve been raised up. I’ve been torn down. To the deepest depths. To the highest altitudes. The only constant thing is that I’ll always be on the attack.
How everything always goes back to beginning! Why, I yell, silently, inside my head. It is like a never ending cycle, a tidal wave of nauseous misery and cruelty sold in jars.