My bedsheets are ablaze, I've screamed Jeanne. Building up like waves, Crashing over my grave. pinned «( 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…»
“Am I allowed to cry?” ⤿ ‘📼 my mind flies everywhere, my life without you is really like a wave of suffering for me.
if guilty is a sin, me and you, are like sinners.
Your gray shadow is still clearly in my mind, I can't erase it, you are too beautiful for me to erase. the angel broke his wings, our beautiful time was gone. The darkness of our love, until I can't get out of this story we made. (..🎀 ⭐️ )
if guilty is a sin, me and you, are like sinners.
Your gray shadow is still clearly in my mind, I can't erase it, you are too beautiful for me to erase. the angel broke his wings, our beautiful time was gone. The darkness of our love, until I can't get out of this story we made. (..
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Guilty as sin? This music reminds me of our old story, can we go back to that time for a moment?
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THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT by Taylor Swift on Apple Music
Album · 2024 · 17 Songs
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You sent me a postcard from “downtown night”. Ꮺ ࣪ that was then, now you're gone, like you'll never show up again, not even by a hair. ㅤㅤ𓏔 ♡ the stars that adorned that
night, so perfect (like you used to be) reminded me of you like the moon, so perfect and I adore you.
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My bedsheets are ablaze, I've screamed Jeanne. Building up like waves, Crashing over my grave. pinned «“Am I allowed to cry?” ⤿ ‘📼 my mind flies everywhere, my life without you is really like a wave of suffering for me. if guilty is a sin, me and you, are like sinners. Your gray shadow is still clearly in my mind, I can't erase…»
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