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Luna|17|girl|in a relationship|hungary
Go cry those tears, go cut those wrists, go spread those wings, go soar up high, go crash down low, but when you come back here, put those lips to the ceiling, show them you are the angel from their sleep, glow and bloom, shroud and beckon, bring that smile back from the corpse of despair.
Go cry those tears, go cut those wrists, go spread those wings, go soar up high, go crash down low, but when you come back here, put those lips to the ceiling, show them you are the angel from their sleep, glow and bloom, shroud and beckon, bring that smile back from the corpse of despair.
 | Posted 3 months ago |
