…you can drag a name through the mud..losing ones identity some time ago … Warn no tellers..theres still a piece of me buried beneath the skin..God knows..can’t I.. shake those lives we lived..while still in love cause yours were stronger then the actual feeling..an obsession and a rumination seen your face in every shadow..and how can I be inspired to look ..but there’s no interest and a whisper has a death ear..just menories.. the refrigerator was the air condition..what were you thinking about when you said yes for the first time.. its always been about behavior never did you think you could of contributed but that’s always your defence.hotel driven don’t darken door steps because of every consistency ..my body is weak..i run off of Nitro ..what makes me laugh can make me cry..no tell hotel the last exist before the highway there isn’t any… just the car and those white snakes lines
Sariposition
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