I wish love was perfect on its own
I wish all my weaknesses could be hidden
I planted a flower that can't bloom
In a dream that can't come true
A forest all to us, but you weren't there
I've forgotten the route I came for
I even forgot who I was
Try talking to the mirror, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶?
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Story by prudestar
ALMA DE SOPRO • original
❝[...] Doía. Eu não sabia decifrar qual a pior parte ── a sensação de vulnerabilidade e impotência, ou o medo...