thought
Focus can't be regained.
Too out there, too strange.
There's nothing left to take the blame.
When a soul is lost....misplaced forever.
That's the end game
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Focus can't be regained.
Too out there, too strange.
There's nothing left to take the blame.
When a soul is lost....misplaced forever.
That's the end game
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen247.Pro