all the while fucking with me,
can't seem to escape my mind.
I know nothing will come of this.
This is truth.
Why must I insist?
Why must I hope?
Why must I wish?
-daniel Wade
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| you, all the while fucking with me, can't seem to escape my mind. I know nothing will come of this. This is truth. Why must I insist? Why must I hope? Why must I wish? -daniel Wade |
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