58.
Every time you saw her,
Instead of pouring your heart out
You hanged those words and murdered them
And then wonder why this soul feels eerily empty.
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Every time you saw her,
Instead of pouring your heart out
You hanged those words and murdered them
And then wonder why this soul feels eerily empty.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen247.Pro