πŸŽΆπŸŽ΅πŸŽ»πŸŽΈπŸŽΊπŸ’‘πŸ“šπŸ’°πŸ“šπŸ“πŸŒπŸŒŽπŸŒπŸŒπŸ—Ίβ€πŸ‘…πŸ’…πŸ‘ŒπŸ‘πŸ‘£πŸ‘€πŸ‘€β€πŸ’žπŸ’£πŸ’₯πŸ’¦πŸ’¨πŸ’«πŸ’—πŸ’–πŸ’•πŸ’”πŸ’“πŸ’€πŸ’’πŸ’Œ

It sounds almost true in France… A life lived upon sweet chance. Nights spent in gluttonous greed. Days spent in abject need. Hankering after a lust… Dreams were trodden into dust. Regrets became the past. Alas, the die was cast. Je ne regret rien, mon frere, I simply live, I have no care!Β […]

via JE NE REGRETTE RIEN… β€” Β© The Secret Poetess

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