I know weve never met and youll probably never read this. There are certain things your voice does to me, it makes me feel the ground and sky again. How sad it is when you spill your guts on the paper. It only neglects you and never relieves. In every corner and space I search for you, Ive only found your vocal cords. Hate that Im never certain of what needs what most. All day your songs spin me into a romance repeatedly to the sky. Scream over and over again repeatedly to the sky. In every corner and space I search for you, Ive only found your vocal cords. Hate that Im never certain of what needs what most. And nothing has affected me so... In every corner and space I search for you, Ive only found your vocal cords. Hate that Im never certain of what needs what most.
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