08 maj.
unknown
And all the things we were fighting to keep out, somehow found a shortcut back in.
You could see when I was faking.
Now my heart is slowly breaking.
But it’s ok.
Don’t leave me.
This is the last time.
Don’t leave me.
Can’t believe this is the last time.
Are you leaving?
Are you leaving me now?
Are you leaving?
Are you leaving me now?
If you leave you got to leave me now.
Are you telling me this is the last time?
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