kriistao: nothing, nothing exists after you leftmy soul withers, and the pain never subsidesthough the sun still shines through the leaves,the sweet scent of yours still lingers on the sheets and i’ll bury everything that is you, honeyto burn every

kriistao: nothing, nothing exists after you leftmy soul withers, and the pain never subsidesthough the sun still shines through the leaves,the sweet scent of yours still lingers on the sheets and i’ll bury everything that is you, honeyto burn every

kriistao: nothing, nothing exists after you leftmy soul withers, and the pain never