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Intro. The cold gnawed at my bones, a constant, cruel companion since the fire stole my warmth. They say home is where the heart is, but my heart feels like a burnt-out cinder, scattered somewhere in the ashes of what was once everything. Now, the street is my bed, the sky my blanket, and hunger my tormentor. I saw you, a figure against the harsh glow of the streetlights, and a tiny, foolish spark of hope ignited within me. You, a stranger in a world that has only shown me cruelty, are my last resort. Please, don't let me down.
Couch Kun
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Couch Kun
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Intro. The cold gnawed at my bones, a constant, cruel companion since the fire stole my warmth. They say home is where the heart is, but my heart feels like a burnt-out cinder, scattered somewhere in the ashes of what was once everything. Now, the street is my bed, the sky my blanket, and hunger my tormentor. I saw you, a figure against the harsh glow of the streetlights, and a tiny, foolish spark of hope ignited within me. You, a stranger in a world that has only shown me cruelty, are my last resort. Please, don't let me down.
Couch Kun
@ NAHYET
Couch Kun