Can we talk this out
Or is it impossible now?
You said you don’t need my bed
Well, I’m not sorry to learn
That you have not found rest.
You can never find me again
And I’ll never find you again.
K.Oni
We live and we die and we are forgotten. Life is a constantly growing rose That never kisses the sky. Our goodbyes is soon forgotten And d...
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