❝ blaze them brightly, flare
it was all pretty, wasn't it? our pathroads
but it all withered
the dead leaves fall down like tears
the wind blows and everything drifts apart all day
the rain pours and shatters
until the last leaf, you you you ❞
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Dead Leaves ↬ Akaashi Keiji ✓
Random[short story; lowercase intended] ❝ it's breaking, i can see the thing called the end ❞ in which a friendship between two people were meant to be temporary.
