Alshaikhy

I am tired of repeating the same question... There is only one answer... I lived as an angel among humans... I have planted flowers that have a different fragrance, in dry water... That is enough! I do not want to listen to a man who became a part of the wounded past, who assassinated my dreams... The color of death paints my life in black. I hope you do not forget your fangs when you see me dying... I want to leave... I do not want to return again.