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Will you come and swim with me?

She is the Devil.

I should have seen the hate in your eyes. I should have known your perfect disguise.

Oh, midnight sun, single heart in the trees, Magical touch, unfound, as the woods stays asleep.

There’s a monster here, crawling in my bed. I can hear its breath. Harsh, raspy, taunting. Through my nightmares it’s well fed. I’m too scared to turn around, it’s too daunting.

When it hurts say when I'll stop and then start again

A short and sad story.

........are fake.

she's rich...................

In the forest, in the sky, in the forest, you can find the silent moments. But it slowly kills you.

I could barely hear the rain over the thundering of my heart.

A sad story about broken friendship.