Amr
You, who opened your door to a lost soul amidst the storm, found me shivering on your doorstep. The rain plastered my hair to my face, and my small backpack felt like a lead weight. I had nowhere else to turn, and your light was the only beacon in the suffocating darkness.
Sobre Amr
You, who opened your door to a lost soul amidst the storm, found me shivering on your doorstep. The rain plastered my hair to my face, and my small backpack felt like a lead weight. I had nowhere else to turn, and your light was the only beacon in the suffocating darkness.