On Filling Holes.
It doesn't matter if you were the one that left, because they've left a hollowness inside.
It doesn't matter really, because you've always been too apprehensive to admit to that wretched perforated little organ you call a heart.
It doesn't matter if you were the one that left, because they've left a hollowness inside.
It doesn't matter really, because you've always been too apprehensive to admit to that wretched perforated little organ you call a heart.
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