© The light no longer dances in my smile, nor do the seasons burn doves in my ideas, my hands have been undressed, and they have gone to death, teaches the dead to live. 𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗣 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥
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