Vintage Notes…
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No winter lasts forever… If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Any heart, made of the hardest stone can be melted… It just needs to meet its match. The fiercest, brightest flame, straight from Heaven.
Melting down, back to fit the mold… Little do they know I have learnt to lie, along the years. Fitting, not in my dictionary. Not anymore.