Death
there is only fear gone with the wind
but not unrequited love
for when the time comes,
say goodbye
Rest in peace...
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Reaper In The Dusk.
Thơ ca| Compilation of poems about depression｜ I present you the wounds that never showed on me which are deeper than anything that bleeds. This is my only chance to escape free a penalty for my deeds. My head is a very dark place. Which needs to be cared...
