My heart, You are like dead seasons, Like the unseen good sides of something, But the season is over, There is no other passenger for you, You seem not to notice.
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My heart, You are like dead seasons, Like the unseen good sides of something, But the season is over, There is no other passenger for you, You seem not to notice.
Log in Invite-only for now. Someone already here has to let you in.