Jan 2020
I put my hand up against your chest
And feel the corresponding beat in mine
This is the rhythm of my life
Slow and steady
Unless
I am breathing you
Then it is wild
And feel the corresponding beat in mine
This is the rhythm of my life
Slow and steady
Unless
I am breathing you
Then it is wild
(16/F/The Darkest Timeline)
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