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I don’t know why I built my heart a house so many times out of cards I thought it was made of indestructible dreams or regenerating fates but he keeps dealing from the deck and I keep stacking in the wind storm of his love
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Jan 31, 2023
Jan 31, 2023 at 5:56 AM UTC
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I don’t know why I built my heart a house so many times out of cards I thought it was made of indestructible dreams or regenerating fates but he keeps dealing from the deck and I keep stacking in the wind storm of his love
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Jan 31, 2023
Jan 31, 2023 at 5:56 AM UTC
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