wish i could have been there see the incision witness your holy hemerage see them save you from your enternal mutiny my roses of misinterpretation received by you unwillingly i'm the last person you want condolences from though i still care deosn't mean shit to you some possibly dalusion love some possibly arbitrary love seeds you didn't mean to plant in me to late now bloomed long ago just wish you had some sort of herbiside to obliterate this feeling in me whats done is done love you through your last breathBirth sign: Pisces
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