Members: Minuswan
Honesty is a charade I really don't think exist. At least you can trust music to put any emotions and turn it into something beautiful or destructive. Whatever to be decided, fate has written everything in his books way before anything had existed.
Love.
Hate.
Misery.
Yearning.
Life.
I present you winterSTARdrops.
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