Deep
25/05/2025
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Pr¡cey!Beginner

Mercurial

It's Saturday morning. Happy you met another weekend. Minutes to hours, The mood changes, anger & hate grows to rage & loathe. All the 10 rated series are boring, the chill when you hear your best songs is lost. Your friends sound annoying. You seek silence, you shower and try to sleep but your eyes stay wide open. The beginning of the end.

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