i'll hold you till you fall asleep because i know you don't like the thunder, but darling i am a hurricane that is going to strike at any moment. i'll do my best to keep the skies clear while you're here, but hurting you is the last thing i want. maybe i should say goodbye before you have to run and hide.
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