Oct 7th 2023
And one day, I will grow up.
Our rememberable laughs will become a thing of the past, something to haunt me on crisp of may mornings or august days spent under the relenting summer sun.
My son has your name, and my daughter knows your tricks.
We may have lost our adolescence, time well spent painting lore into each others skin.
Every version of you will stay, your decade old laughter running through my veins. Your faces will live through the stories I spill.
I will forever miss you
- Eselin
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A painter's game - Tom Kaulitz
FanfictionThis story is inspired by My living nightmare, a different story and not as rough. But with an Interesting story, suprises, plot twists and more. A young girl moves to germany, gets a job at a new place owned by the puissant twins, Tom Kaulitz and...
