Wet Leaves

Wet Leaves

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To him I'm a fallen angel. To me, I'm a twisted monster. To me, he's the only sun I can see. To him, he's a broken piano, one that use to sing. Without the other we sink into our nightmares, traps of the mind we can't see without the other holding our hand. We live like complete freaks and I love it. I love him, he caught me when I slipped.
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"Why do people call him the fallen angel?" "Because when you look into his eyes it feels like you're in heaven and then he kills you like he's the devil."

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