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feeling alone in a crowded room and then I found you two people hand and hand fighting the powers that be A lone flame become stronger, you are my one and only, the light at the end of my tunnel, and I hope you'll be the death of me.
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Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 5:57 PM UTC
Death of Me
feeling alone in a crowded room and then I found you two people hand and hand fighting the powers that be A lone flame become stronger, you are my one and only, the light at the end of my tunnel, and I hope you'll be the death of me.
Lucida
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31/A/USA
Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 5:57 PM UTC
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