about that best friend
If the heart wasn't made for suffering, then what's this?
What is this I feel that presses the walls of my heart against it's center and always, always brings me to tears?
Et tu.
It was all about them laughters, but now I've got them tears too.
What is this I feel that presses the walls of my heart against it's center and always, always brings me to tears?
Et tu.
It was all about them laughters, but now I've got them tears too.
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