Raining, I hear the sound of tear drops.
In my darkroom, laying naked
Portraying happiness.
The weeping, became melancholy.
Jul 1, 2025
Jul 1, 2025 at 6:17 AM UTC
Raining, I hear the sound of tear drops.
In my darkroom, laying naked
Portraying happiness.
The weeping, became melancholy.
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