You are the metheor that flashes across my sky every night.
a glimpse of hope– to keep believing.
A striking reminder, that I can't make you mine
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 10:05 AM UTC
You are the metheor that flashes across my sky every night.
a glimpse of hope– to keep believing.
A striking reminder, that I can't make you mine
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