Walking along the shoreline
The waters lick our feet, then recedes back to the...
I love the way you play with your hair
The way it twirls and curls...
The ice cold blade
Pierces through skin and flesh...
Im sick of telling you I love you
And receiving back the same words...
Why did you do the things you did?
You gave the impression...
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