A moment to say goodbye

A moment to say goodbye

Cleo_Is_Intoxicated

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Last published Sun, Jun 17, 2018

Fiction

Romance

Tagsancientchina boyxboy china mpreg shounen-ai

•A moment to say goodbye that's just what I wish for. You've always been my savior, my strength and my courage now, I don't know how I manage to say goodbye to lessen the damage as the days gone by. Your whispers and cries still lingers in my ears, your dreadful laugh still haunts me down in my consciousness or in my sleep. Once I was your moon now I can't even be count as one of your star. How funny the story of hows and whys we've encountered and this will be my last farewell, my dear prince for I'll be going back to my world where music plays different song, where poets writes different poems, where darkness is light and where our life is on different fight.• I always feel like I'm always looking for something from someone but then reality hits me that it's better to be alone than let the heart dies.

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