no esteem
As ironic as the creases in my forehead giving me a relentless migraine
The professions of love that we exchanged only this morning has me worried and lonely for tomorrow.
As ironic as the creases in my forehead giving me a relentless migraine
The professions of love that we exchanged only this morning has me worried and lonely for tomorrow.
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