Youth and whiskey.

Youth and whiskey.

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For a star to be born, there is one thing that needs to happen: A gaseous nebula must collapse. So collapse, crumble. This is not your distruction. This is your birth. She was like fire, full of warmth and love. He was cold as ice, pale as the moon, a thunder storm: frightenning and lethal. She walked like a hurricane, smiled bright like the sun. He partied till dawn, burnt money to feel he was home. She laughed a little too long, loved a little too hard, cared a little too much. He sold his soul to the devil, he was heir to the demon, and in all this mess, he was a silent chaos, a peaceful Mayhem. She smelled like paradise and youth. He smelled like danger and whiskey. ♂♀♂♀♂♀ Trailer to the side made by: Sweetrantipole.
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