
“The seasons are changing, I feel myself changing with them. The harvest come, the sun raises, another day is about to begin. Although this land is home, it feels empty. I want to leave, run away. Once again broken promises keep me here“

“The seasons are changing, I feel myself changing with them. The harvest come, the sun raises, another day is about to begin. Although this land is home, it feels empty. I want to leave, run away. Once again broken promises keep me here“
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