Dear You,
My bags are packed once again, a sentiment recognized by the voice dressed in another’s garments while the fire in between remains destined to collide.
Love,
Me

Dear You,
My bags are packed once again, a sentiment recognized by the voice dressed in another’s garments while the fire in between remains destined to collide.
Love,
Me
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