Everything is safely stored in the Archives
Holding your hands over your eyes does not mean that other people cannot see you.
I wanted a story that couldn’t be told…
only the fishing part of fishing.
I didn’t see the brave girl so near me.
I couldn’t hear you singing softly to me.
some moments last forever, but some flare out with love love love
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