my music isn't loud enough to drown out her voice and my fingernails are too dull to scratch her touch out of my skin and my lungs are on fire without her icy personality to cool me down
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 8:55 PM UTC
my music isn't loud enough to drown out her voice and my fingernails are too dull to scratch her touch out of my skin and my lungs are on fire without her icy personality to cool me down
courtesy from a great friend, corra.
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