Cross these lines
of broken shrines.
Give me a hand to
hold and find~
Clocks are ticking,
years are slipping,
like a lost balloon
floating in the sky~
Help me to understand
who I am.
I’m not a reflection of
you.
Date: Unknown
Cross these lines
of broken shrines.
Give me a hand to
hold and find~
Clocks are ticking,
years are slipping,
like a lost balloon
floating in the sky~
Help me to understand
who I am.
I’m not a reflection of
you.
Date: Unknown
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