My dear


Not Even a God Of Death Can Save You, My Dear by ladyVivianneDear
My dear
I remember ekakhano
Suddenly thrust into the heart of sorrow
You were spandane
Were you breath
You have to sing songs
He would wake up in the night sky in the morning.
You’re not
There is the night sky in the morning there
However, do not say anymore
Dora heart is not open to anyone ..

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