I'm sick of all these scars - the worst of me could feel its whole grace - "the spring of that year came back and we have met again, and your scent is still the same"
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I'm sick of all these scars - the worst of me could feel its whole grace - "the spring of that year came back and we have met again, and your scent is still the same"