Channel name was changed to «The inner scratches of our past story, leaving a sweet story that cannot be repeated.»
( ౨ৎ’) drowning in the rapidly flowing blue ocean, also reminds me of our glory days.
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the laughter, the jokes, the warm smiles that were thrown in our time have gone disappeared without any sign of it. 𓇼 𓂂 ˙ and what if I still mark you as mine? it seems like people say that people are too hopeful. The book of our love is thrown into the cruel bitterness of our love, the radio is blaring and clanking our old story, our story still haunts me in my mind. ☻
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My bedsheets are ablaze, I've screamed Jeanne. Building up like waves, Crashing over my grave.
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''Black valley, black ink pen everywhere. I am writing this last message to you.'' ✿
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Its hard to get you out of my mind, you can only go and leave me behind.(..
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Channel name was changed to «My bedsheets are ablaze, I've screamed your name. Building up like waves, Crashing over my grave.»