I grab the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles turn white, You're sitting right beside me, Seeing me break with each tear that drips from my eyes. I want to tell you what I did. I just hope you won't leave me for it.... I can't handle another mental breakdown...
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3~*Yuki*~
17/08/2025
Ҏядѵя Ҋөꚍ Ғөҵҋԁ
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17/08/2025
Ҏядѵя Ҋөꚍ Ғөҵҋԁ
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17/08/2025