May 2019
Running out of
time, the white doves
from the above.
What shall I do?
It’s getting hard
to hold these cards.
Forever scarred,
what shall I do?
time, the white doves
from the above.
What shall I do?
It’s getting hard
to hold these cards.
Forever scarred,
what shall I do?
(14/F/The Deep Dark Abyss)
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