- It's not autumn,
It's summer, with the color of sadness...

https://t.me/MaybeGetoSuguru/275

- It's for my own. Only me.
A secret for me. Between me and
My moon and sun in the sky...

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- that Memories are sweet
Even if their Members aren't anymore..

𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓼, 𝔀𝓮 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮...

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓾𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓼; 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻...

𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓵𝔂, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱 𝓮𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽.

- 𝓔𝓶𝓶𝓪

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- Have I told you I'm his daughter?

- just draw in green,
Green will look good with brown.

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- painful heartbeat time of the night.