Twisted mentions of the horrid fever that be separated in these realms of bleakness, a tense reality prevail. Images further, but repetitive sorrow consume him.
Broken heart looking for answers for these sorrows and ravaging wounds. Fear, enclosed but in hope of a guiding reality further. Distance of a lad emerges.
Horrid ways for which sorrow follow further down the dim lights of life. What lines must be crossed as glass seem to puncture minds swollen? A strangeness emerges beneath our shadows.
Bright booze confirm an odd expression of sorrow and a look to lively eyes at this dance. Calamity surges through waves by which may emerge discomfort.
"Dementors are among the foulest creatures that walk this earth. They infect the darkest, filthiest places, they glory in decay and despair, they drain peace, hope, and happiness out of the air around them." - J.K. Rowling
Butter #?? , The Comma. Now im losing count of these already! COming tomorrow is a different version of this with a colourful background, not deciding between the two and only being aloud one image a dayThis one shows 3 commas inYin and Yang harmony
Some foods are messy; even Kings acknowledge the need to bib it up to protect one's favorite t-shirts. Not sure if the thing on his head is a crown, a headdress, or hair.
