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[blindtrust34]

When the first breath of winter, through the flowers is icing. And you look to the north, and a pale moon is rising. And it seems like all is dying, and would leave the world to mourn. In the distance hear her laughter, It's the last unicorn.

I'm alive...I'm alive.

Comments

[wordupakap]

You guna write about your life or not? come on, people want to know about your life in detail!

[blindtrust34]

lmao- i hardly have time to breath let alone write :)