But her—she’s different. A bright, fragile thing, pure in ways he can’t remember, yet drawn to - Burning in the Globe of Death
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But her—she’s different. A bright, fragile thing, pure in ways he can’t remember, yet drawn to
him like moth to flame. He feels the pull, the irresistible gravity, and it sickens him.
Album: Burning in the Globe of Death
Data: 29 aprilie 2025

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His world is shadows, stolen moments in the night, and the roar of engines that drown out all reason
To him, there’s no light, just a suffocating darkness, a world that devours and demands.
But her—she’s different. A bright, fragile thing, pure in ways he can’t remember, yet drawn to
⸺ Go down in ⲒⲚ⳨ⲈⲄⲚⳘⲘ with him ⸺
She should stay far away...—he’s nothing but a wound, a destruction waiting to happen.



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