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❛  watch as she stands with her holding your hand ;
put your arm 'round her shoulder,
now i'm getting colder ;
but how could i hate her,
she's such an angel,
but then again kinda wish she were dead
as she walks by . . .  ❜


─── heather ; conan gray

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