There's that old feeling. The clouds roll in, threatening rain.
Death of.
Destruction of.
There's that old voice again, dripping with Premium Stolen Vodka - it's just this once.
You're that little girl again - wanting someone to notice, someone to love, someone to
staystaystaypleasestayandneverleavemestaystaystay
So, once the other shoe has dropped and you've gotten what you wanted what then?
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