Intellectual refinement’s one thing. Moral refinement’s something different.
You seem to think there’s nobody like you;
day after day don’t know what you might do.
‘Can’t understand what it really feels like;
something so small is killing you inside.
When the world is crashing down, I will throw it on my back for you..
When you’re paralyzed and bound, I’ll be waging war, my love.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map