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Look at the stars
          Look how they shine for you
          And everything you do
          Yeah they were all yellow
          
          I came along
          I wrote a song for you
          And all the things you do
          And it was called "Yellow"
          
          So then I took my turn
          Oh what a thing to have done
          And it was all yellow
          
          Your skin
          Oh yeah, your skin and bones
          Turn into something beautiful
          You know, you know I love you so
          You know I love you so
          
          I swam across
          I jumped across for you
          Oh what a thing to do
          'Cause you were all yellow
          
          I drew a line
          I drew a line for you
          Oh what a thing to do
          And it was all yellow
          
          Your skin
          Oh yeah your skin and bones
          Turn into something beautiful
          And you know
          For you I'd bleed myself dry
          For you I'd bleed myself dry
          
          It's true
          Look how they shine for you
          Look how they shine for you
          Look how they shine for
          Look how they shine for you
          Look how they shine for you
          Look how they shine
          
          Look at the stars
          Look how they shine for you
          And all the things that you do
          
          —

i have powerful women in my profile

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          191 en songs ( AN, AOBTD )

Peter era mi crush en la infancia 

hola personita linda!
          ¿como te ha tratado la vida? okno
          amaria si pudieras darle una oportunidad a mi nueva historia publicada llamada "La chica que creia en si misma", vamos porfavooor.
          si te gusto la introduccion comenta y vota ¿va?
          pd: espero no te haya molestado

@ -millster  right here

Hola!
          Me gusto muchísimo tu cuenta
          T O D O, lo de abajo también.
          

aquí me expreso. lloro, vierto mis hígados sangrientos llenos de sentimientos en páginas blancas, y sonrío. explico. muero, poco a poco. pero, sobre todo, esta es mi burbuja de dolor.