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I quietly lit a cigarette-the terrible ideas always winbecause they can.tempered glass breaks the ice. I contemplated picking up the pie
7 months 5 days ago
i am an illuminating sight
but to you am not even bright
to sparkle in the night
7 months 6 days ago
i am an illuminating sight
but to you am not even bright
to sparkle in the night
7 months 1 week ago
You're a part of me that will never die
Cause this feeling never fades, even with time
7 months 1 week ago