I remember when you told me that you love flowers and how you've always wanted to grow your own garden.
Maybe that's why you left —
Because you need sunshine to grow a garden
and I am a fucking storm.
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Garden.
I remember when you told me that you love flowers and how you've always wanted to grow your own garden.
Maybe that's why you left —
Because you need sunshine to grow a garden
and I am a fucking storm.