All my life my hands have been cold, And my eyes have never been seen. My voice has been stolen from a… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
In sorrow, we rise I thirst for the tears that you wept all night so that even in sorrow, we will be… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
As soon as he entered his room, he locked the door and knelt down by his bed to say his usual night… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
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