It's no wander how I acted
Or the way I was
With the things I could trust
I was scared of getting lost
Until I wasn't anymore
I couldn't handle it
And pff like that, in the middle of it
The heat warmed me
And the cuts were too small
And the person that owned me
Was the same exact soul.
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Author:
anabasova (
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- Category: Love
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