I feel death whispering my name upon my ear but i must contain the surging urge my own blood i must fear.
To fall in the lull of despair my emotional state can not bare
Process through you always do and push away your fears.
Love tomorrow love the past love the present make it last.
Dec 13, 2025
Dec 13, 2025 at 11:16 AM UTC
I feel death whispering my name upon my ear but i must contain the surging urge my own blood i must fear.
To fall in the lull of despair my emotional state can not bare
Process through you always do and push away your fears.
Love tomorrow love the past love the present make it last.
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