I don't like this feeling.
It feels warm, but that will make me fall sleep and in my unconsciousness you will take me and destroy my sick and insane freedom. I want to tell you "make it stop!" But I don't want to talk to you ever again, and at the same time, I want to do it every second of my life. But who can love a girl with scars?
I don't mean the ones in her arms.
I mean the ones in her heart.
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