[Blue File Fanfic] [New Author] [OOC Warning] [Light Hundred]
The evening breeze slipped into the dim room along the cracks in the window
Those moldy dreams, rotten ideals
They are all traces of past obsessions that cannot be let go.
Abandonment is never the end
Leaning over and flicking the mark
Like waving goodbye to the past
With new dreams and miracles
move on
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I feel like this one is better than the other ones I've seen, even though I haven't seen much.
I feel like this one is better than the other ones I've seen, even though I haven't seen much.