I'm running out of ways to convince you that my whole being revolves around you. You are my sun. You are the warmth on my body when the cold bitter world is giving me frostbite. I am a withered **** in the middle of winter constantly praying for you to give me the chance to bloom again. I want my ozone layers to thin and my polar ice caps to melt because you are close to me. If you set me on fire then I want to burn.
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 12:36 PM UTC
I'm running out of ways to convince you that my whole being revolves around you. You are my sun. You are the warmth on my body when the cold bitter world is giving me frostbite. I am a withered **** in the middle of winter constantly praying for you to give me the chance to bloom again. I want my ozone layers to thin and my polar ice caps to melt because you are close to me. If you set me on fire then I want to burn.
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