art on a blank canvas
i want to taste strawberries, the first snow and your lips.
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𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 ° 𝐡.𝐣𝐬
"Everyone's time is bound to come, everyone does pass" He looked at me, his eyes empty resembling what to me was an abyss. "My time was cut short and so will yours" ↳ In which she holds the story to the infamous mystery of Han Jisung's death Book One: Thoughts series
