Loosing my mind #01
With every breathe I draw, seem my sight turns poor. How can I breath freely, When my soul is chained daily.
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With every breathe I draw, seem my sight turns poor. How can I breath freely, When my soul is chained daily.
Poetry Books 50% Off
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