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The wind blows the flowers petals away, and I want to go with them. I want to get away from the place where they think I'm their gem. Let me ride the wings of the winds until I reach the western isles. I want to be free of my pain, get rid of these foul trials. I just want to be free of this pain, destroy my soul if you must. I want the wind to take me to lands far away, while I ride the gust.
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Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 6:50 PM UTC
The Gust
The wind blows the flowers petals away, and I want to go with them. I want to get away from the place where they think I'm their gem. Let me ride the wings of the winds until I reach the western isles. I want to be free of my pain, get rid of these foul trials. I just want to be free of this pain, destroy my soul if you must. I want the wind to take me to lands far away, while I ride the gust.
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Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 6:50 PM UTC
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