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May 2017
And every touch makes me weaker,

every cigarette makes me dizzier

and every breath, it feels like my last.

Oh, dear love

Iā€™m begging you to stop this uncertainty

just take my whole **** soul,


but please make it fast
Carolina
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     Lior Gavra, ---, ryn, archwolf-angel, Shanath and 3 others
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