THE CIGARETTE… which she will never smoke!

She was my mother , my sister , my daughterand all the other bonds one has with another, but now, she is a dead meat! Her heart shouldn’t necessarily has to stop for her to die, it might be beating but if you will listen closely, it’s banging itself up against the horrific memory itContinue reading “THE CIGARETTE… which she will never smoke!”

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