death of me. Blood and ink stain the walls, silently with bloodied knuckles, carry on, hoping it's not too wrong. You said the nights were far too long. Honey, it's
Oh my god, If only he knew Blood and ink stain the walls silently with bloodied knuckles I carry on hoping it?s not too wrong (Honey it?s just the start
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me. Blood and ink stain the walls, silently with bloodied knuckles I carry on hoping it's not too wrong. You said the nights were far too long, 'honey it's
: Oh my god, If only he knew Blood and ink stain the walls silently with bloodied knuckles I carry on hoping it?s not too wrong (Honey it?s just the
of me. Blood and ink stain the walls, silently with bloodied knuckles I carry on hoping it's not too wrong. You said the nights were far too long, 'honey it's
the death of me. Blood and ink stain the walls, silently with bloodied knuckles, carry on, hoping it's not too wrong. You said the nights were far too long. Honey, it's