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Life is a hurtful art, and art is life.
Bizarre Configuration.
wheel of Change and Fortune in the Array, And not stacked in the Alley.
They call me Mango ๐ฅญ
not to live out a huge meaning again, if it wants to bleed not anymore, when the red thing still runs over my arm, I started shudder a bit, but I understand the case well very well.
I put my hand in a cruel haystack when I saw a feather, caught my gaze, ended up holding a bloody heart still beating asking for a new life begging for a chance, wanting a new body to inhabit. I didn't fear, didn't run, looked at it half a gesture, advising it,