the thing you hold back the most are not worth as much as the times you spent with others at that moment….in that very seconds of those moments you cant have those moments back so that means they are somehow wortless…..
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second changes never matter…but i refuse i refuse …..she lives in a fairytale somewhere to far for us to find …forgetting the other world she left behind…..drifting winds of butterflies….so one day he found her crying coil up in the dirty ground and her friends came to save her but it was a trick…and midnight stroke and it all got destroyed…..fighting for the light before the bad wolf killed her beatifull sole…
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