You're a product of your surroundings.
For things that won't be mentioned.
He did things to you and now you're broken.
And I remember the night your head met my chest, even just as friends.
Can anyone save you from yourself?
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 3:07 AM UTC
You're a product of your surroundings.
For things that won't be mentioned.
He did things to you and now you're broken.
And I remember the night your head met my chest, even just as friends.
Can anyone save you from yourself?
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