It’s too cold to be stuck in agony. All I ask of the world is to come after me and hold my heartbeat still so soft under the loft adrift. When I go home, I just know I’ll be sick.
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It’s too cold to be stuck in agony. All I ask of the world is to come after me and hold my heartbeat still so soft under the loft adrift. When I go home, I just know I’ll be sick.