I think of someone with a flamethrower when I think of you.
Burning the world,
Yet making it colder too.
I almost want him to.
Why do I want this?
I'm an idiot,
Filled up with options.
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 5:30 PM UTC
I think of someone with a flamethrower when I think of you.
Burning the world,
Yet making it colder too.
I almost want him to.
Why do I want this?
I'm an idiot,
Filled up with options.
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