Worst Thing In The World
Now she redirects this poison as pleasure to prevent perfection welcomed by a new distraction. Some of this unknowing is kind of cute. It allows her to dress in the stupidity of youth. Hair flown free in the hope of the whispering oak despite the overrun spun by the self hype and the okie doke rather have the world at her mercy than in her journey. Fear bears a weight which may produce her hate. This is a burden carried in each breath