I roam the cold woods, snowy starting to fall. The sun has just set, the birds asleep, not a sound.... Until I hear you. Your cries, your sobs. I walk up slowly behind you and catch you in my arms as you fainted from the cold. I notice the sun shaped birthmark on your collarbone and gasp... "no.... it can't be..." you slowly open your eyes
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16/07/2025
☆L4NC3MCCL41N☆
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16/07/2025
Ur friend gato
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Ur friend gato
14/07/2025