you are nothing but the cause of blood on my fresh wounds.
i am nothing but the cause of your fatal demise on paper.
but you didn't just cause bleeding,
but i didn't just cause your demise on paper.
funny how things come to be, my love.
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 12:01 PM UTC
you are nothing but the cause of blood on my fresh wounds.
i am nothing but the cause of your fatal demise on paper.
but you didn't just cause bleeding,
but i didn't just cause your demise on paper.
funny how things come to be, my love.
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