I always ask myself. Who was it that dyed my heart black, and left a spot for it to grow out from it? — Solitude's Friend
I always ask myself. Who was it that dyed my heart black, and left a spot for it to grow out from it? — Solitude's Friend
I always ask myself. Who was it that dyed my heart black, and left a spot for it to grow out from it? — Solitude's Friend
I always ask myself. Who was it that dyed my heart black, and left a spot for it to grow out from it? — Solitude's Friend
I always ask myself. Who was it that dyed my heart black, and left a spot for it to grow out from it? — Solitude's Friend
I always ask myself. Who was it that dyed my heart black, and left a spot for it to grow out from it? — Solitude's Friend
I always ask myself. Who was it that dyed my heart black, and left a spot for it to grow out from it? — Solitude's Friend
I always ask myself. Who was it that dyed my heart black, and left a spot for it to grow out from it? — Solitude's Friend
I always ask myself. Who was it that dyed my heart black, and left a spot for it to grow out from it? — Solitude's Friend
I always ask myself. Who was it that dyed my heart black, and left a spot for it to grow out from it? — Solitude's Friend
I always ask myself. Who was it that dyed my heart black, and left a spot for it to grow out from it? — Solitude's Friend
I always ask myself. Who was it that dyed my heart black, and left a spot for it to grow out from it? — Solitude's Friend
I always ask myself. Who was it that dyed my heart black, and left a spot for it to grow out from it? — Solitude's Friend
I always ask myself. Who was it that dyed my heart black, and left a spot for it to grow out from it? — Solitude's Friend
I always ask myself. Who was it that dyed my heart black, and left a spot for it to grow out from it? — Solitude's Friend
I always ask myself. Who was it that dyed my heart black, and left a spot for it to grow out from it? — Solitude's Friend
I always ask myself. Who was it that dyed my heart black, and left a spot for it to grow out from it? — Solitude's Friend
I always ask myself. Who was it that dyed my heart black, and left a spot for it to grow out from it? — Solitude's Friend
I always ask myself. Who was it that dyed my heart black, and left a spot for it to grow out from it? — Solitude's Friend
I always ask myself. Who was it that dyed my heart black, and left a spot for it to grow out from it? — Solitude's Friend
I always ask myself. Who was it that dyed my heart black, and left a spot for it to grow out from it? — Solitude's Friend
I always ask myself. Who was it that dyed my heart black, and left a spot for it to grow out from it? — Solitude's Friend
I always ask myself. Who was it that dyed my heart black, and left a spot for it to grow out from it? — Solitude's Friend
I always ask myself. Who was it that dyed my heart black, and left a spot for it to grow out from it? — Solitude's Friend
I always ask myself. Who was it that dyed my heart black, and left a spot for it to grow out from it? — Solitude's Friend
I always ask myself. Who was it that dyed my heart black, and left a spot for it to grow out from it? — Solitude's Friend
I always ask myself. Who was it that dyed my heart black, and left a spot for it to grow out from it? — Solitude's Friend
I always ask myself. Who was it that dyed my heart black, and left a spot for it to grow out from it? — Solitude's Friend
I always ask myself. Who was it that dyed my heart black, and left a spot for it to grow out from it? — Solitude's Friend
I always ask myself. Who was it that dyed my heart black, and left a spot for it to grow out from it? — Solitude's Friend
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I always ask myself. Who was it that dyed my heart black, and left a spot for it to grow out from it?

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