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there was a certain moment
where our memories are like balloons
that float forth.
they are lovely to watch
but painful to let go.
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there was a certain moment
where our memories are like balloons
that float forth.
they are lovely to watch
but painful to let go.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen247.Pro