I growed a heart. A broken heart, made of delusions and betrayals, nourish with lies. Made to protect me, made to save me. Eventually I get. I’m going to dry all my hate, and love It. Sure. I’m going to love It, and dry all my hate. I cultivated a heart. A broken heart, made of spites and falsehoods, nourish with mirages, … Continua a leggere→