There is always a brighter parade.

Edmonton, AB born. Abbotsford, BC raised.

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Spring morning rain, heal the wounds in me, on me. Spring morning rain, stitch me up with strings of symphonies, on me. Dream of me, locked inside your mind I’ll hide. Scream my name, feel me breathe along your thighs. Close your eyes just dream.

This is a reason for broken wings

A Skylit Drive
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