Just like the dying stars
Dear Diary,
Saturday, the sixteenth of July in the year two thousand and twenty two. The day is warm as I make my first entry of the day.
Ever since childhood, my inquisitive mind has always led me to question things beyond the veil of it's mere...
Saturday, the sixteenth of July in the year two thousand and twenty two. The day is warm as I make my first entry of the day.
Ever since childhood, my inquisitive mind has always led me to question things beyond the veil of it's mere...