I grow accustomed.
Did you know I had stories to tell you? I cannot tell them now; I'm afraid I will break before I finish. I am happy, is that not odd? I should be miserable (oh, I am; but I am) but I'm not, just in pain once in a while.
I love you, but -
I will have to let you go.
Did you know I had stories to tell you? I cannot tell them now; I'm afraid I will break before I finish. I am happy, is that not odd? I should be miserable (oh, I am; but I am) but I'm not, just in pain once in a while.
I love you, but -
I will have to let you go.
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