The Fox Who Cries Rain
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- Parti 2
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Ultima pubblicazione mer, ott 9, 2013
I am dreaming with the same settings again. A Dark Place and trees under a full moon. Some one was standing right behind that tree. What was that? Is that a human? Or a vampire? Maybe its a fox but whatever it is, what am I doing in this place? Why am I dreaming about it every night? I need to know what its meaning and its purpose. Dream represents what we want but I dont want to be in this place, loads of question fill my mind and I need an answer to all this questions.
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