AylaMy wings were ready to fly, but he clipped them. Feather by feather, until I had nothing left. Then my savior came. He waged a bloodbath to find me. He loves me. He wants his Angel to be free. But how can I fly again when my wings are broken?AlessioThis war isn more
AylaMy wings were ready to fly, but he clipped them. Feather by feather, until I had nothing left. Then my savior came. He waged a bloodbath to find me. He loves me. He wants his Angel to be free. But how can I fly again when my wings are broken?AlessioThis war isn less
