She is safer if she does not feel too much; she is gently dying in the memory of love.
I Was Alone
I guess I reached a real low patch. Felt safer that way. Didn't care. It was all over. I was alone.
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She is safer if she does not feel too much; she is gently dying in the memory of love.
I guess I reached a real low patch. Felt safer that way. Didn't care. It was all over. I was alone.