Sanctuary.
Pieces of thoughts.
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Nauseating.
The whispering. The giggling. The flirty voice. The useless conversations. The playful naughty content of the talking. I think I'm gonna throw up.
How can committing obvious sins become so pleasant? Astaghfirullah.
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