My bedsheets are ablaze, I've screamed Jeanne. Building up like waves, Crashing over my grave. – Telegram
My bedsheets are ablaze, I've screamed Jeanne. Building up like waves, Crashing over my grave.
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''What if you write 'mine' on my
upper thigh
Only in my mind?”

( guilty as sin.) It feels like it will be hard to leave you. I write in this beautiful book, about the sweetness of our love. I, as the author of our story: @MsnjuPark - goodbye.
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My bedsheets are ablaze, I've screamed Jeanne. Building up like waves, Crashing over my grave.
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My bedsheets are ablaze, I've screamed Jeanne. Building up like waves, Crashing over my grave.
( ౨ৎ’)     drowning     in the rapidly    flowing    blue ocean,     also     reminds    me      of    our    glory    days.

𓍯 ₊˚ the laughter, the jokes, the warm smiles that were thrown in our time have gone disappeared without any sign of it. 𓇼 𓂂‌ ˙ and what if I still mark you as mine? it seems like people say that people are too hopeful.


The book of our love is thrown into the cruel bitterness of our love, the radio is blaring and clanking our old story, our story still haunts me in my mind. ☻
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My bedsheets are ablaze, I've screamed Jeanne. Building up like waves, Crashing over my grave.
My bedsheets are ablaze, I've screamed Jeanne. Building up like waves, Crashing over my grave.
( ౨ৎ’)     drowning     in the rapidly    flowing    blue ocean,     also     reminds    me      of    our    glory    days. 𓍯 ₊˚ the laughter, the jokes, the warm smiles that were thrown in our time have gone disappeared without any sign of it. 𓇼 𓂂‌ ˙ and…
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''Black valley, black ink pen everywhere. I am writing this last message to you.''   ✿

      
     
       ⪩⪨. ' Its hard to get you out of my mind, you can only go and leave me behind.

(..🍓📷 The broken glass is perfect to describe the state of my heart right now (The broken pieces of my heart.) You left a sweet wound in our story, ''Can you get me out of our silly story? We're over, sweetheart.'' You who held the embers of our love back then, now the embers are gone and melted. 🦌🎻
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