the nightingale sings gentle lullabies

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ah, la peaceful melodies Y

Y7:59 PM

I hate people who do not appreciate what others have done for them.

And what sucks is they make them feel useless, angry, sad and not in the mood for everything.

And what's worse? My best godbrother is the victim,

and I cannot do anything to cheer him up. All hail sheikha

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