Irresponsible love dialogue on a rainy day while the sun has fits and devours the moon. I can't justify the things that you put to rest when you killed the rest. Five attempts to clear the air with your hate bomb and a can of spray paint, but it never worked. There will be a next time, but there won't be a next crime. Falling to pieces in the garden of your recovery.
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