Where's my sunny sky?

Quando tudo parece estar mais perfeito que o azul celeste, a vida lhe dá uma patada com garras de aço, arrancando os pontos da ferida que você nem mais lembrava ter no rosto, e que já havia cicatrizado.
Uma vez que você tem um sonho, eles nunca permitirão que você o concretize.
No fim, você acaba sendo apenas mais um anjo caído.



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