How foolish we are to deny the thing we want most. I lay while staring at the screen knowing this attempt could either make the heart race once more, or sink low. I look at your contact and decide the heart can endure one more night of ache.
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 11:11 AM UTC
How foolish we are to deny the thing we want most. I lay while staring at the screen knowing this attempt could either make the heart race once more, or sink low. I look at your contact and decide the heart can endure one more night of ache.
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