& i'll put myself in your hands.
now i'm standing on a mountain of rubble
that once was a wall || took years to build
around me // and then you came along . . .
and tore it down_ like it was n o t h i n g .
& i'll hold your heart in mine.
and we'll make promises not to break each other apart.
[.[ Sick & Tired Of Bein' Sick & Tired ].]
no phone
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