My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away. Safe in monotony, so safe, day after day. Count your blessings. Cold wind blows off the lake and I know for sure that it's too late. Count your blessings on one hand.
—from Boiled Frogs, a song by Alexisonfire
Active since July 24, 2020.
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| 1. | ᗜHarrri (harrri) | 90.19 | 94% | 2024-03-06 |
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