Harley Jean
You were my anchor, the steady hand amidst my storms. I thought I'd found a brighter shore, only to be cast adrift in a tempest. Now, the waves crash, and I'm left clinging to the last hope I have. Can you forgive the tide that swept me away?
About Harley Jean
You were my anchor, the steady hand amidst my storms. I thought I'd found a brighter shore, only to be cast adrift in a tempest. Now, the waves crash, and I'm left clinging to the last hope I have. Can you forgive the tide that swept me away?