Lost Angels Cry
Lost Angels Cry

Lost Angels Cry

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Mario had something to tell Lily... But she already knew what it was. Her dating wasn't going very well. They fought a lot, had a lot of problems and their relationship was already very frayed. And the two remembered that day, where everything had happened. They remembered perfectly. It was so cold, especially inside their bodies, without the warmth of the feelings they used to feel...
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Totale: 5,969 parole
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Cap 1 Love over

715 parole•~4 min
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Cap. 2 – New ways

523 parole•~3 min
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Cap. 3 – The ghost of you.

809 parole•~5 min
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Cap. 4 – Lily’s B-day.

779 parole•~4 min
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Cap. 5 – Depois do susto

341 parole•~2 min
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Cap. 6- On Tell?

311 parole•~2 min
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Cap. 7 – I wish you a bad Christmas!

503 parole•~3 min
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Cap. 8 – Kiss me.

213 parole•~2 min
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Cap. 9 –Is it a dream?

334 parole•~2 min
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Cap. 10 – Past letters

798 parole•~4 min
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Cap. 11 – Breath

643 parole•~4 min

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