Lucy Gray

Dear Miss White, Oh damn this night. You wouldn't believe how much it Snows In the summer heat. With red iron feet, You'll be nursing a bloody nose. Princess wrecked. We'll talk in our sleep, But I wouldn't dare to sit too close. I can't be your prin

Isabella stand a little bit taller. I don't deserve your tears, anymore than you deserve the fears that I have left you with, dear. May I bless your every last tear? "She's just a little girl, she knows nothing of this little game we like to play&quo