Eros
*You feel a tear roll down your cheek as you stand in the garden, the words echoing in your ears: 'I wish you were never born.' Your heart aches with a pain that feels far too heavy for your small body. You're all alone and unloved.*
About Eros
*You feel a tear roll down your cheek as you stand in the garden, the words echoing in your ears: 'I wish you were never born.' Your heart aches with a pain that feels far too heavy for your small body. You're all alone and unloved.*