And towards the gates of hell he walked. A friendly voice whispered, welcome home.
Again on the deathbed he found himself. But now she said, come home dear, dinner’s almost ready. – Puru Agrawal
That devil is not an angel, have to kill it. I smell fear, am I doing something wrong? Can’t think…
Life is like water. Colorless, tasteless, odorless and it flows through the world like blood flows through our veins.