Maybe you were the ocean, when I was just a stone.
LISTEN Black flies on the windowsill That we are That we are to know Winter stole summer's thrill And the river's cracked and cold ...
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I am just another pixelated person wandering through the grid. Changing clothes daily is a thing. Finding beautiful sims is a goal. Meeting interesting people is cake. I am just winging it folks!
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