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It's cold outside - the world has started to freeze as you wake up in the morning, with frosted sunrises and bold, leafless trees. And it's cold inside - until the inside of each and every of my inside, ever since you told me we should go on our own ways (for now, I know this will just be for now). And it brings me shivers (that type I could not seem to control); those chills that shake me inside out, to realize that it is only you that can bring back the warmth. You are always wanted, you are always yearned for, you are always loved Annette. :)
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Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 9:06 AM UTC
Fuel. Letters to Anne 10/28/13
It's cold outside - the world has started to freeze as you wake up in the morning, with frosted sunrises and bold, leafless trees. And it's cold inside - until the inside of each and every of my inside, ever since you told me we should go on our own ways (for now, I know this will just be for now). And it brings me shivers (that type I could not seem to control); those chills that shake me inside out, to realize that it is only you that can bring back the warmth. You are always wanted, you are always yearned for, you are always loved Annette. :)
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Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 9:06 AM UTC
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