krista-maureen

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Rainmy veins constricted holding to any warmth left. / so i lowered my eyelids and held my breath. / i felt the stars twinkle as they landed on my skin,

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For MichaelI've got to live out these days, for they never last / No regrets, the problems will pass. / Lean back and laugh till I run out of breath

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