The thoughts of her slowly and steadily replace the thoughts I have about a dream. The tears for this intangible death are convient.
I can only wait so long to grow with you before I grow with the new.
The thoughts of her slowly and steadily replace the thoughts I have about a dream. The tears for this intangible death are convient.
I can only wait so long to grow with you before I grow with the new.
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