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Waiting for you is like waiting to die. Slow and heavy, like a reoccurring bad dream. This is my nightmare. It's as if every moment was painted meticulously by my own mind. It's a perfect mess And you? You best be careful my dear, for your true colors are making a comeback. As are mine, i dont learn.
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Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 11:44 PM UTC
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Waiting for you is like waiting to die. Slow and heavy, like a reoccurring bad dream. This is my nightmare. It's as if every moment was painted meticulously by my own mind. It's a perfect mess And you? You best be careful my dear, for your true colors are making a comeback. As are mine, i dont learn.
ayane898
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Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 11:44 PM UTC
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