After further reading, I've come to the conclusion that most of your descriptions are, well, fucked. Try again.
After further reading, I've come to the conclusion that most of your descriptions are, well, fucked. Try again.
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...
Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...
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