I don't know if exist a reason for all of this midnightwriting.
Honestly, this blog it's not about me; neither about you...
I mean, it's only about this brainwasher feeling called LOVE
and only for it
Waiting for the winter sun and the cold light of day, waiting for silver suns and golden moons... I had wings that couldn't fly and tears that I couldn't cry My emotions frozen in an icy lake I couldn't feel them Until the ice began to break
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