It was the time of calling nothingness, who knew it will build something deep down dark and subject itself as selfness.
When I remember that time of her leather bag ,then to black color dress then blue sweater and high angle shoes.
Yeah I do remember that scroll stating the feelings and generalizing actual love.
Its actually on that repetition ,call it form of life phasing from worst to pious.
I crawl towards you with no beats left
Eyes beg to might ,only one sight
Accepting bowing down to you queen of angels as Despacito
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