Oct 2017
The abyss tempts me to enter it;
Fear nothing it spoke ;
No more wet cheeks, no more ruined mascara;
My adrenaline leaped in with no clue of its depth.
Fear nothing it spoke ;
No more wet cheeks, no more ruined mascara;
My adrenaline leaped in with no clue of its depth.
(Kuala Lumpur)
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