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There is no point in denying that I am about to fail again in between decay and selfcontempt. And no matter how hard I try. No matter how many times my heart dies. Memories bleed and wounds never heal. I am yours to deceive. Is this love where all is cheap. With lovless thieves. I fear these smiles you feed.
Annons


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