Our conversations used to make me smile,
Now,
Every word,
Every syllable,
Every sentence is cold,
As ice.
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 12:09 AM UTC
Our conversations used to make me smile,
Now,
Every word,
Every syllable,
Every sentence is cold,
As ice.
I'm back...for a minute.
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