"You were the sun and the moon.
The brightest star in everyone's night.
The cold yet cozy winter wind.
And I was the dying sea.
The one who witnessed all your forms.
Yet unable to reach you."
I'm a trash for a lot of groups (and a literal trash also).
- oh you don't really wanna know where i am right now
- InscritJanuary 12, 2017
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