I could sell you the sky with rain from the heavens.
I have lights made from lead and a heart made of Cole
Don't trust a pretty liar who pretends to be whole.
Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 9:13 AM UTC
I could sell you the sky with rain from the heavens.
I have lights made from lead and a heart made of Cole
Don't trust a pretty liar who pretends to be whole.
I'm so confused, can someone just shoot me?
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