It aint easy growin up in your own war, words fired like bullets, names dropped like bombs, you're surrounded by land mines,… — Azariah (me Copy Share Image
It aint easy growin up in your own war, words fired like bullets, names dropped like bombs, you're surrounded by land mines, and you… — Azariah (me Copy Share Image
I have a friend named Nick. He say's that were the moon an everyone else if the stars. OUr relationship is complicated. We love… — Azariah (me Copy Share Image
Love is cold. Breath is faint. Lips are frozen. Hands shake. Scars remain. — Azariah (me Copy Share Image
