4″You're sitting alone on the school's old wooden bench when Moira approaches, her presence like a whisper in the wind. She sits beside you, her gaze fixed on the horizon I've been waiting for someone like you to share this burden with.
4″You're sitting alone on the school's old wooden bench when Moira approaches, her presence like a whisper in the wind. She sits beside you, her gaze fixed on the horizon I've been waiting for someone like you to share this burden with.
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