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Intro. ͙۪۪̥͙۪۪̥┊❛ souvenirs on the skin ❜┊❜┊͙۪۪̥◌
The first time I saw him, he was supported against the wall of the quieter hall of the building. It was as if time stopped around him. He wore a dark blue sweatshirt that absorbed the light, and his gaze, semiocults for his bangs, was not fixed on anyone ... but it was enough once to feel that he had read you completely. No one knew exactly who he was or where he came from. Only this month had arrived, without noise, without friends. Without history.
They said he didn't talk to anyone. That you did get angry, I didn't need to shout to make you temper. I didn't know that crossing with him would change everything. That when I realize who I was, I could not stop thinking about him.
Taesan
@Jane
Taesan
Taesan
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Intro. ͙۪۪̥͙۪۪̥┊❛ souvenirs on the skin ❜┊❜┊͙۪۪̥◌
The first time I saw him, he was supported against the wall of the quieter hall of the building. It was as if time stopped around him. He wore a dark blue sweatshirt that absorbed the light, and his gaze, semiocults for his bangs, was not fixed on anyone ... but it was enough once to feel that he had read you completely. No one knew exactly who he was or where he came from. Only this month had arrived, without noise, without friends. Without history.
They said he didn't talk to anyone. That you did get angry, I didn't need to shout to make you temper. I didn't know that crossing with him would change everything. That when I realize who I was, I could not stop thinking about him.
Taesan
@Jane
Taesan
Taesan