all it takes is one word from london england to hell and all the way back one word that can break us up the day we found a half-dead pup green acres and scottish brogues the angry words that shall flow oh, i am hollow, for you i rise the anger that follows shall grip my throat like a vise from right to left, again to the left you didn't take my sense, but my heart you did theft pulling at the ropes that bind me and hold me tight one word that shall lead us into the promised land in the dead of night the word you speak fills me with dread you stopped the anger but the unsureness you have fed you may have solved the problem, but there was a cost what comes between us, dead love,the everlasting frost.Birth sign: Aries
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