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[16 Feb 2017|02:08pm] |
And just like that, everything has returned to it's regular shade of normal. I almost miss the mess of pink and red constantly thrown together, and the obnoxious fluttering hearts throughout the Ministry. Almost being the keyword there.
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Well take me, take me back to your bed
I love you so much that it hurts my head
Say I don't mind you under my skin
I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in
When we were made we were set apart
Life is a test and I get bad marks
Now some saint got the job of writing down my sins
The storm is coming, the storm is coming in