everything in moderation. except for you. i cant get enough of that drug that you supply me. the baggage claim has stopped. its mine now. you're mine now. but only if you take your seat 15 minutes before departure. its you that i want. its what you supply thats what we need. its a feeling of admiration that we are lacking. but you have it
its always you
an angel who sleeps near me. an angel who breathes the same air i do. an angel that i can see as if you were mine...
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