South Streets and Alleys

16 To 27 years old ++++My first love is full of scars ++++From the beauty of the alley at the beginning to the loneliness later, there is no more South Street, no more alleys Sometimes I miss the life in the alleys That year a boy grabbed my hand I turned back and smiled at him Hands are quite warm Heart too A daily abuse article Sweet in the early stage and cruel in the later stage If the copy is too exaggerated, I won't write it. This article is for you who are struggling with reality I like this article and will update it often Intention: abuse