Matt Davies memory

14-03 2023 01:09 wrote:

A rose you never used your thorns, the ones you loved abandoned you… then rushing though those flightsim nights they hounded you, you lost control, we prayed that you would be alright… there news came through you body cold. Good night our sweet flightsim Prince, good night our sweet flightsim Prince.

14-03 2023 01:09 wrote:

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