it's a kind of murder.
a subway on a saturday morning.
i know you probably don't even think about me anymore.
you said you'd write a book about me someday.
i know you won't
it's ok
you left only a small scar in a tear stained muscle
| why is it sometimes i can touch a place in my heart that i
thought was gone for so long? it's a kind of murder.
a subway on a saturday morning.
i know you probably don't even think about me anymore. you said you'd write a book about me someday.
i know you won't
it's ok you left only a small scar in a tear stained muscle |
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