Deep into the night, when the silence sits in, all I hear are my echoing thoughts.
In the deafening darkness and whispering winds, I'm home.
Oct 14, 2024
Oct 14, 2024 at 11:55 PM UTC
Deep into the night, when the silence sits in, all I hear are my echoing thoughts.
In the deafening darkness and whispering winds, I'm home.
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