But can it support two?
Unfinished.
Questions, and I only get answers
Help me, please.
I've run out of it all
Never again.
I promised myself.
Only to realise I couldn't
How many times must the church bell ring
Until I realise that the white wedding dress is a lie?
Hand me your hair straighteners
And burn it all away
My darling,
The boomerang that never came back.
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