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It's snowing. Its all grayish blue in my room.
Im sitting in my bed, wraped in a big,warm,heavy sheet that mom gave me that day. with a sore throat and blocked ears, I'm taking small sips of my hot black tea while whatching Gavaznha for the hundredth time,.
My mouth is so tasteless I crave for that burning sensation of alcohol...
Can you come over?!
The simplicity of drunk talks, drunk kisses and drunk touches, would make a day out of nothing...
and now, that we are both numb as hell, shall we forget what we've done?
دختری بر باد...ما را در سایت دختری بر باد دنبال می کنید
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