I think of you every time I look at the sea. We were like that before; I was too deep, dark, and terrifying, yet you find wonders in me that people never notice. You need oxygen. I killed you.
Jul 15, 2022
Jul 15, 2022 at 12:51 PM UTC
I think of you every time I look at the sea. We were like that before; I was too deep, dark, and terrifying, yet you find wonders in me that people never notice. You need oxygen. I killed you.
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