I let go of my unhappiness because I have to.
There's no other way I can achieve my dreams.
It amazes me how two dreams can contrast each other so sharply, so...unhappily.
곧 집에 오실.
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- I wrote poetry on your visage
- dreams and faraway endeavors
- I used to be love drunk, now I'm hung over.
- yoochun, why are you so cute
- 당신을 사랑합니다
- whatever are you thinking of
- listless paper, like wilted flowers
- burning beneath the stars
- love like insomnia
- commas aren't my cup of tea
- ton chanson, mon amour
- our world, it's messed.
- Take it or leave it.
- Common courtesy is dead.
- We are all a little disillusioned.
- hehehehe. oh. hi.
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