Boramae Park
I don't run from you. I walk away slowly. And it kills me because you don't care enough to stop me
Shades of grey wherever I go.The more I find out the less that I know.Black and white is how it should be but shades of grey are the colors I see.
whispered by h i t a m p u t i h at 2:04 AM
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