You are looking gloomy and gloomier day by day. It's like the 'old' you came back.
Is it because of me?
Ah, of course it's me.
God, I deserve the worst.
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You are looking gloomy and gloomier day by day. It's like the 'old' you came back.
Is it because of me?
Ah, of course it's me.
God, I deserve the worst.