My Heart Beated
My Heart Beated
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Overview
A fire came suddenly, more devastating than the calamity itself, is the apathy surrounding us, the shell of the flesh has long arranged the way of your life in the dark. If the world's "color" is not high and noble, if every soul deserves to be respected, born like mustard, the heart must be hidden in the heart, will blossom. In frustration and misunderstanding, a small heart is still beating as a flame.
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