The End Of The Lie
When I walk outside, feel the breeze, my heart is beating. It’s a cold day, I can feel it, within my soul. I cant wait, to see your face I…
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When I walk outside, feel the breeze, my heart is beating. It’s a cold day, I can feel it, within my soul. I cant wait, to see your face I…