the moat I dug to protect myself turned my current castle into a future tomb so, I moved out and now I live in a borderless field of wildflowers where there are no hills for me to be tempted to die on my love, the more foxholes we dig between each other the more this world is starting to look like a graveyard there is only one wa…
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