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1d
I‘m sorry my light painted you in colors you didn‘t know you had in yourself
I‘m sorry I opened you up for new scents you never knew you could smell
I‘m sorry life was easier before you held my hand
But why did you have to curse me?
it wasn’t me who sent you to hell
this is about a queer love story, I hope that makes it easier to understand :)
Written by
alia  18/F
(18/F)   
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   rick and The Wilted Witch
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