"Does the darkness of midnight really have the right to touch the sunlight?" He had never looked away from that streak of gold. How long had it been? ... A long time, surely. At last, he had found the salvation his heart longed for. He couldn't help wanting to touch it. Even though it was a cliche of a story, he still wanted to etch it deep in his mind, even as he kept denying it. Damn his stubborn pride. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for appearing in my ignorant youth. Even covered in wounds, you are still what I long for.
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They say that martyrdom for love is never an old rumor.
My weasel, poke your own eyes
This isn't considered BE, we are together at least.
I want that red fox
Oh hehehe I'm the first There are typos~