Colour does not exist.
Music is the sound of metal and engines.
Love is just a myth.
In a cold world of uniform rules and no freedom of thought, how could you ever find someone that you belong with?
You have to reach out and touch.
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Colour does not exist.
Music is the sound of metal and engines.
Love is just a myth.
In a cold world of uniform rules and no freedom of thought, how could you ever find someone that you belong with?
You have to reach out and touch.
To some, she was just another princess who was kind, generous and had ethereal beauty. To the smallfolk, she was a dream and too good to share blood with the fuckers who rule Westeros and disgraced t...