It always seems as if I'm running. Running from the horrors of my past. Running from the monsters of my present. Running towards a little run down diner in my future.
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this time i cannot lose you please open your eyes
please open your eyes
why don't you love me every time you like to live me
open your eyes please please
i love you
I love you forever ♾️