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Stories by firewhiskeydays
run right into hell and back (anyt...
What you see standing before you is not a man, but merely a cracked shell.
be not afraid (to love me)
But he wasn't imaginary- he was real (she could never in a hundred thousand years imagine something like this)
as long as the stars are burning
It catches up to them sometimes, in those long dark stretches of dusty roads between States and stars