I need to get away... I have to run, my body is changing, its succumbing to his influence... id this goes on for much longer, my mind will be the next to fall (balsamique)
β¨βοΈDon't ever let anyone tell you fairytales aren't real... I wake up every morning and drink a potion made from magic beans... And it brings me back to life... βοΈβ¨