βͺγ π¦πͺππππ¬ ζ§ζ : η·ε γ
β₯οΈ Everything that comes will go, leaving us one by one. Like dust scattered by the wind. All storms will pass even though they leave wounds.
β βββ εη π€ RnK
β βββ εη π€ FORMAT
β βββ εη π€ TESTI
β βββ εη π€ CATALOGUE
ζζ¦ηβ ππππππ’π¨π¦ It's so real
all that is left
will feel sadness
then become someone
unforgettable.
π΄ββ society. βΈ
