42, M Buscando H, Lake City, No definido, En línea
Estatus: Do we make sense? I think we do In spite of everything that we've been through Oh, when you say black, and I say white It's not about who's wrong As long as it feels right Don't think those stars won't align Under your scars, I pray
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Astra . - Hace 37 minutos |
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Crow_Saladin But she could not sense its origin as if it was apart of his being and essence. - Hace 37 minutos |
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Crow_Saladin She saw it for the first time a vine twisting along his arm, its creation like a poison one he crafted its thorns seen as if digging beyond flesh and sinew but into his soul. + - Hace 38 minutos |