Tuuuuuuuuuuuesdayyyyyyyyyy. >.O Borrrrrrrred. Leeeeeeeeeeeeaving. Byeeeeeeeeeee.
~Aresia
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Softly, now..
When I was a little boy, I dreamed of a star.
The sun and the moon.
The sky and the water.
Tomorrow is a bleeding memory in a collapsing boat we'll never rise from.
The sun and the moon.
The sky and the water.
Tomorrow is a bleeding memory in a collapsing boat we'll never rise from.