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Jul 2017
crash over me. like dirt or water. Either way fill my lungs to a point of no return. watch me gasp. Look straight in my eye. Then turn and walk away.
maybe then you'll see what your doing to me.
Written by
Apple on a Rose  Australia
(Australia)   
153
   Madeon
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