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fag666:

You left your t-shirt in my room. It used to smell like your perfume. 
I choked up when it was burning but I blamed it on the fumes. 
Now I’ll run so far away. Maybe I’ll run until I die, 
But if my journey ends with that, at least we’ll both be satisfied.

I saw the beauty in your oak, so I ate the apple from your tree. 
I thought I had you for myself. How many shared your fruit with me?

Favorite fps song hands down

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