Between wrong and right, something cannot be defined.
(𝗡𝗲𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗮, 20) My gaze rests upon a morality in slow decay, counterfeit visages steeped in sanctimonious. &” hide among the roots of stripped trees, forced into purity.
Between wrong and right, something cannot be defined.
(𝗡𝗲𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗮, 20) My gaze rests upon a morality in slow decay, counterfeit visages steeped in sanctimonious. &” hide among the roots of stripped trees, forced into purity.
