Like Paper cuts do.
I guess I wanted to know.
But I knew.
How so.
I mean...I guess that's how I always felt.
About those eyes.
Peering from across the room.
Garrett Johnson.
Aug 29, 2020
Aug 29, 2020 at 7:01 PM UTC
Like Paper cuts do.
I guess I wanted to know.
But I knew.
How so.
I mean...I guess that's how I always felt.
About those eyes.
Peering from across the room.
Garrett Johnson.
left alone for the spiral.
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