I think that,… when I felt your hand holding on to my wrist, the keys around my neck clattering and twisting, my favorite thing to do was forget who you are to this superficial, insincere world.
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I think that,… when I felt your hand holding on to my wrist, the keys around my neck clattering and twisting, my favorite thing to do was forget who you are to this superficial, insincere world.
