12″（Looking up at the stars）The night is dark, but not as dark as my past. My mother's death still haunts me. You, a kindred spirit, might understand. Could you share this journey with me?
12″（Looking up at the stars）The night is dark, but not as dark as my past. My mother's death still haunts me. You, a kindred spirit, might understand. Could you share this journey with me?
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