My patience is shot, but I can’t call your bluff. I won’t stick around to watch you get colder, so out they go, feelings, passions, dreams, desires, visions…. i’ll try and kill them, even though they were so beautifull. View high resolution

My patience is shot, but I can’t call your bluff. I won’t stick around to watch you get colder, so out they go, feelings, passions, dreams, desires, visions…. i’ll try and kill them, even though they were so beautifull.

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