snow
شنبه, ۵ تیر ۱۳۹۵، ۱۱:۵۱ ب.ظ
you fight,you kill,you like the taste of blood.
only because of one thing.
you are hurt.
it's a secret.it's a dark dark secret.
and I am surrounded by god knows what things,
that won't be able to understand more than a pig.
if I sell my soul,no one will grieve for me,
but my wolf,but my sword.
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