I wonder what tomorrow looks like likes even had a face was it a facade paint me in beauty or doom stain me with sorry , for the past awaits my present and my future besiege the moment
. Does tomorrow quite weary when summers field filled with gloomy and lights deem in the horizon will I still glance at this presence or will my past stain this moment
I quite wonder by tomorrow
Jan 3, 2025
Jan 3, 2025 at 2:03 AM UTC
I wonder what tomorrow looks like likes even had a face was it a facade paint me in beauty or doom stain me with sorry , for the past awaits my present and my future besiege the moment
. Does tomorrow quite weary when summers field filled with gloomy and lights deem in the horizon will I still glance at this presence or will my past stain this moment
I quite wonder by tomorrow
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