Hope is the only reason why
I am an active volcano getting ready for its big day, the day it will finally be.
The events around are all blocked out cause what could matter more than the day it will come out.
He can see it happening already, the dead rocks within are shining for the very first time, warmly breaking through his cracks.
Its molten lava slides smoothly down her rough skin in a display of pure perfect...
Friday 4th August 2017 4:45 pm
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