27.04.10
POD
there’s still a little bit of taste of you in my mouth, even when i chew a trillion gums. We let this turn into something that’s not, we were everything we got. Get away from liars, cos they don’t get your soul, or your fire. you were as strange as your were beautiful - praise the sun and howl at the moon.
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