One month has passed.
I feel how some things change - inside and outside. And some - those that are not comething worth keeping - do not.
I am, like, frozen. In time, in space, just frozen.
I feel how some things change - inside and outside. And some - those that are not comething worth keeping - do not.
I am, like, frozen. In time, in space, just frozen.
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