With Me
Talk about a trail reminiscent of a scratch
I looked around, orange sparkle adorned the evening sky. It was clear that a shadow was reflected on the puddle. Until when will I be trapped in the maze of the past? Really, I want to forget, the man who in the past year created a beautiful memory point.
Usually, this rainy exhausted. Brother Daffa series called me said, "Believe me dear 99,9 % rain is not water, but the taste I miss you."
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