The Dyslexia In Me
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Concluida sáb, abr 1, 2023<5 mins
Sometimes, you find yourself in the middle of nowhere,
And sometimes, in the middle of nowhere, you find yourself.
"And when the hourglass of my heart,
Runs a riot & rips apart,
I know the fireflies of the ocean
would still follow me,
From where the butterflies left me."
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