Mud on my shoes, light in my eyes πDoesnβt matter where i stand, it turns into a stage anyway. ππΌ
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Quiet and calm, yet the heart beats so loud. Face aflushed red just by thinking you. This cute boy has gone bad for you, Omys. ππ
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The cute face stayed, but the rules didnβt, Cute boy gone bad β and Iβm not looking back πβοΈβπ₯
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Thought we were all sweet? Guess again, cute boys gone bad π₯ and weβre taking you with us, omy!
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Five souls with their own lights, performing a delicately crafted stage that showcases each personalities and passions. π₯π«
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