Citty, lo faccio per te🤍
She’s like a flower. Strong but weak, like water droplets. A tear falls down her cheek.
She’s like a flower in the middle of a field. She stands out and makes the picture so real
But when does a comet become a meteor?
When does a candle become a blaze?
When does a ripple become a tidal wave?
When does the reason become the blame?
When does a man become a monster?
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