in progress
every single night i hope my prayers form a wish and it floats through the storms till it rests upon her chest a scientific mess of what i ussualy suggest an undersided option that hypocrits admit ill cover the holes with this till the dreams have been abondened and search for darkness in color schemes distraction
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