My sweet Voldemort
I shouldn’t say your name. Just think about it makes me fear. In my poison, their syllables became, when they mixed with only one tear. Like Voldemort you marked me. […]
I shouldn’t say your name. Just think about it makes me fear. In my poison, their syllables became, when they mixed with only one tear. Like Voldemort you marked me. […]
Y dime: ¿Quién te enseñó a tocarme? ¿quién te mostró el mapa de mi cuerpo? ¿quién te dijo el modo de besarme? y ¿cómo lo hallaste en poco tiempo? Bien […]