Under the cold skies whispers a flow of unique air ; full of good and bad. The type that you absorb depends on your imagination of the best version you can ever be...
@ amimoh
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Spring is here It's the season of love The little blind princess has mistakenly picked daisy for a flower in her favorite garden. She... -
I knew someone once... She had her fire burning so bright when she was eighteen. Most times she only cries now and won't tell anybody...
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