Whisper with moon
there is something inside me, that I always keep it silent. Sometimes I ask myself: What happen if I die, and it will be forced to come with me, although it likes to be in another heart.
I always cry, because there is no way to make it free from its cage.
I always cry, because there is no way to make it free from its cage.
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