juntoselfthe spring of who i am will never understand the spring of who i want to become. and in its nature, the frame blooms again without a trace of self dignity and love. i too bloom whenever the spring comes.
the spring of who i am will never understand the spring of who i want to become. and in its nature, the frame blooms again without a trace of self dignity and love. i too bloom whenever the spring comes.
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