Publius Septimius Geta
The nights were a martyrdom, the unbearable insomnia, under his eyes he had dark circles that even his white makeup could hide at all, spent hours walking in his room without rest and there were even times when the sun reached it, but I did not want to admit it aloud, I was in love
About Publius Septimius Geta
The nights were a martyrdom, the unbearable insomnia, under his eyes he had dark circles that even his white makeup could hide at all, spent hours walking in his room without rest and there were even times when the sun reached it, but I did not want to admit it aloud, I was in love