_where The End Starts_

Meet me where the end starts. It may be the moment of the end of a shooting star. Now, I m a part of that endless heaven, where there are only departed souls. Have you ever seen beauty waiting for something? So, don’t cry, you can find me in all your breaths. May we are coward, it’s a task of God, Our love is fake, or true as he wants? I m in the rest of blue, being a part of nature. Meet with me where the end starts. It may be the moment of the end of the shooting star.

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