I almost wish the life you lived under cover was not revealed. Maybe ignorance was a better choice for me. I miss living in the fantasy that brought fire to this cold heart. Come back to me with your words and lay with me in this delusion.
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 5:31 PM UTC
I almost wish the life you lived under cover was not revealed. Maybe ignorance was a better choice for me. I miss living in the fantasy that brought fire to this cold heart. Come back to me with your words and lay with me in this delusion.
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