the pain is still there
waiting
I take it to the beach
feed it something
warm
paint it a picture
I don't know what it wants
to be felt I guess.
I thought we'd made
our peace:
we'll have to see.
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the pain is still there
waiting
I take it to the beach
feed it something
warm
paint it a picture
I don't know what it wants
to be felt I guess.
I thought we'd made
our peace:
we'll have to see.