" Once there was a boy who couldn't speak but owned a music box that held every song in all the world. One day he met a girl who had never heard a single melody in her entire life and so he played her his favorite song. He watched while her face lit up with wonder as the music filled the sky and the poetry of lyrics moved her in a way she had never felt before."
-Sad Songs
-Lang Leav🖤🖤
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December The Seventh
Não Ficção~ الهدوء بعد منتصف الليل ~ نسمات الهواء الباردة في بداية الشتاء التي تداعب أغصان الأشجار العارية من اوراقها ♧ ☆ذلك الغريب الذي التقت عيني بعينيه لثانية واحدة في احد الايام وعلق برأسي الى هذا اليوم وجبة الساعة الثالثة فجراً عندما يكون الجميع نائم ♡...
