



Without Light
dihipyao•~7min di lettura
Generi e atmosfera
My days were numbered by a love I thought never existed and when the light shone again, it was too late to come out of the darkness.
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My days were numbered by a love I thought never existed and when the light shone again, it was too late to come out of the darkness.
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