
He bound me to you. A beacon, a map, a tap. Can you feel me? I can feel you, As we travel through. Most days I hate you, Because I want to go home And...
Read MoreHe bound me to you. A beacon, a map, a tap. Can you feel me? I can feel you, As we travel through. Most days I hate you, Because I want to go home And...
Read More“O you who believe! Avoid much suspicion, indeed some suspicions are sins. And spy not neither backbite one another. Would one of you like to eat ...
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