Violins would pull at my heart strings knowing a bet was made for my own heart. Double your time without her here, and it’s crumbling everyone I want to say hi too. Bringing it on like dark stars.
What to do but prove we like being around each other?
Whisper silently and nod. I’ve been used to that before. Let you know I’m still here listening and your long-wave works perfectly fine I was just asleep, and I compliment the songs.
What else to do that won’t break us apart..
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