Hear in the space between the sky and the streets I face foreword so I can never fall into sadness.

I've crossed over the walls to be hear. Doubt and failure on my heals; but standing from this place I feel I have no fear. I've scribbled out my life on the inside of this cardboard box. I'll always start again, Promise....

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☆The story of the Creation of the Land, Life and Death...


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