There are many kinds of love, both hurt and burning.ðð ððĪĢð
Sometimes we seem confused in us to go on or enough. ððĨēðððð āļāļģāđāļ āļāļ§āļąāļāļāļēāļāļāļĢ
Sometimes we seem confused in us to go on or enough. ððĨēðððð āļāļģāđāļ āļāļ§āļąāļāļāļēāļāļāļĢ