"The feeling remains the same but I just walk through the story of forgotten fields I ran with you
to them it's the same a game, the shame, I leave you."
It was absolute bliss. Everything about this strange place. She knew exactly where it was, it was so familiar, but not at all. Like a long forgotten dream--you knew tu had it and you, tu just can't seem to recall it...but when faced with it again tu know exactly what to do. And that's where Icy was now in a filed with césped, hierba bitten por sparkling frost. She lie there looking up at the falling snow, it fell in shapes of the oddest nature, shapes...
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