everyone cought in the strugle , and then the sorms of cnange, they fall the flames , scattering ashes to the wind ~ , every soul contains a whisper of light , gleaming faintly as it dwindle from sight , no escape, no greater fate to be made , * :shadow
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| CREATOR ID: | 0e042e |
| VIEWS: | 13 |
| AGE: | 5 years old |
| BASED ON: | sup i dont have long but make shure blitz gets this* :shadow |
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