It’s strange how we cling to hope until the last moment. Why, though? I would never understand.
The Azure by Fizza Younis
It’s strange how we cling to hope until the last moment. Why, though? I would never understand.

It’s strange how we cling to hope until the last moment. Why, though? I would never understand.

It’s strange how we cling to hope until the last moment. Why, though? I would never understand.