2d
Cold, and Empty.
Walking the same paths you bore.
The truth comes out, and the story wasn't what it seemed
I hold your hand--- You'll stay right? You swore
But that too won't stop you from leaving
Walking the same paths you bore.
The truth comes out, and the story wasn't what it seemed
I hold your hand--- You'll stay right? You swore
But that too won't stop you from leaving
Wasn't quite sure what to name this one, I always find myself wanting to name it when it has a name slot but i never really name it, because sometimes it doesn't need a name. It just needs the emotion
(15/F/Virginia)
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