There's a first draft for everything
Echoes of the past come for you, love.
And I ask again: Where will you go next to escape me?
Alaskian, moon shot, paradise.
Run away, run away, run away, Rapunzel.
some days I remember the lies you told me and i laugh at both of us at me, for wanting so badly to believe you at you, for having t...
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