Don't preoccupy any single thought
With fears of making my heart sink;
Such effort for me would be for naught,
You're more predictable than you think.
Jan 25, 2022
Jan 25, 2022 at 4:55 PM UTC
Don't preoccupy any single thought
With fears of making my heart sink;
Such effort for me would be for naught,
You're more predictable than you think.
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