days by days...
the gap become much broader...
the words become much numb...
the atmosphere become gloomier...
but the moon become much brighter...
shall i say it becomes the morning star...
but the wolverine can just sit by him self and howl his soul out...
isnt she beautiful?
the words become much numb...
the atmosphere become gloomier...
but the moon become much brighter...
shall i say it becomes the morning star...
but the wolverine can just sit by him self and howl his soul out...
isnt she beautiful?
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