i remember your aching hand as it ran down my spine
you said you loved me but i think that you lied
the worst fate i was ever dealt was choosing between what i knew and what i felt
Jan 29, 2025
Jan 29, 2025 at 11:58 PM UTC
i remember your aching hand as it ran down my spine
you said you loved me but i think that you lied
the worst fate i was ever dealt was choosing between what i knew and what i felt
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