And it's you, and it's May, and we're sleeping through the day. And I'm five years ago and three thousand miles away. I can work till I break but I love the bones of you that, I will never escape.
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1.5.11
Day thirty six.
And it's you, and it's May, and we're sleeping through the day. And I'm five years ago and three thousand miles away. I can work till I break but I love the bones of you that, I will never escape.
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