familiarity takes its grip in december again
we can meet again im sure of it
im walking and running whilst chained to a thin mattress
ive been here before with a different shade of glass
the same lack of blood and a new longing for you
i wish for difference and you wish for life
some things never change
Dec 25, 2021
Dec 25, 2021 at 5:34 PM UTC
familiarity takes its grip in december again
we can meet again im sure of it
im walking and running whilst chained to a thin mattress
ive been here before with a different shade of glass
the same lack of blood and a new longing for you
i wish for difference and you wish for life
some things never change
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