The day we met I thought that I was flying, but... in reality I started dying. You took a knife, twisted it in my chest, every glance since brings me closer to death.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 12:27 AM UTC
The day we met I thought that I was flying, but... in reality I started dying. You took a knife, twisted it in my chest, every glance since brings me closer to death.
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