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Tristan Corey
27/M/Dorset
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Tristan Corey
heart
walk
love
will
light
watching
held
backwards
feet
wind
stand
hand
soul
turn
sunset
watch
moving
moment
fading
left
empty
breath
pain
hole
free
leaves
lost
path
legs
pride
steady
dusk
gold
sky
hair
beautiful
glow
setting
sun
quiet
tide
knowing
footprints
side
life
road
soft
step
golden
skin
fleeting
hands
shattered
leave
break
ready
hope
blown
strong
long
cold
weight
roots
bear
mind
lead
stone
head
fighting
belong
fight
nele
word
short
dich
ist
walking
pressing
softly
sand
melt
violet
slipping
comfortable
catches
tangle
mine
laughter
lingers
seafoam
eyes
hold
horizon
keep
endless
spend
forever
forward
trusting
ahead
stretching
claim
stepping
time
barefoot
dissolve
secrets
untold
evening
plays
whispers
tread
clings
paints
embered
hue
masterpiece
fire
beauty
bathed
blue
hour
day
night
laid
bare
stripped
trembling
fail
ways
simply
wanting
shadow
forgot
whisper
swallowed
easily
pleas
staring
carry
dust
thought
fought
harder
hug
kiss
rot
silence
bend
twist
asked
looked
promise
dream
crumble
unseen
unheard
pieces
feel
wreckage
exist
emptiness
bloody
hurts
worry
care
waiting
endure
sharp
suffering
physical
leaving
warned
hurt
worth
return
linden
sways
air
drifting
danced
falling
sight
stood
born
sweet
memory
warmed
grace
torn
place
winds
storm
bore
rain
dimmed
broke
toll
deep
began
fade
drowned
shadows
wished
vain
drift
ground
ghosts
unfound
stay
grey
close
view
remains
vessel
chains
call
sorrows
soar
dance
set
sea
restless
tides
whispering
trees
sings
loss
hums
peace
stirs
beats
trace
truth
die
follow
mischievous
gullible
push
trouble
broken
cost
thin
battles
win
tired
struggled
days
heavy
nights
felt
chest
tight
walked
bright
pulling
voice
touch
kind
pulled
troubled
steps
lighter
longer
funny
syllable
blunt
mouth
song
play
repeat
bored
bin
ich
immer
nicht
quatsch
doch
klar