Historias de Takehertothemoonforme

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I met you again, but the cold fingers of death is now caressing your precious body, and as it took your hand, I can't take it anymore. I break down Please, don't leave me in this world. For when you leave, I can't stop myself from killing myself. Even when you dying is already killing me But I can't, as I promised to you, that I'll take her to the moon for you, like I promised you the last time. I'm sorry.... Je suis désolé mon amour