[A collection of pure short essays, some he and some be]
[The timeline is virtual, please do not upload real people]
[The writing is average, don't comment if you don't like it]
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The everlasting love between you and me slowly blooms in the flames. Before waking up from the dream, no matter what, please don't let go of our tightly held hands. "
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Flowers bloom in the winter, and selfish desires are painted at night.
"Until the dawn wakes me up and I burn with the roses. "
Intention: If life were just like the first time we met