MarvineerFatUnicorn

There lives two souls. Both beautiful like the leaves of gold, when they float down during the falls. For them, my body I would fold, they shape me as though they were moulds. Through darkness pitch, through storms violent, wether poor or rich, things that would make others minds bent. I shall pull through, should the prize be to be with you. In the days when I was alone, one could not describe the pain, it seemed like everywhere I went, there had rain.