Greed
Greed Isabel Garcia Arnold My only escape is through the comfort of my dreams, For when I wake it engulfs me, Clawing fingers pulling me
Greed Isabel Garcia Arnold My only escape is through the comfort of my dreams, For when I wake it engulfs me, Clawing fingers pulling me
Darkness Isabel Garcia Arnold I sat up suddenly. It was the middle of the night and I’d had another nightmare. I was having them regularly
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