It was cold and dark. I seemed very out of place. I felt my legs get weak. And the wall's start to shake. . But anxiety is setting in. The leaves were growing, hands pulling my skin.
The antidote for irony is held safe far away from you. I heard you say just this one time, so I guess I'll, just sit down and see for myself. I'll go where you take me.
Constant slow moving ocean. Can you hear me? Do you fear me?. Can witches' magic potions ever cure me?. And make heaven seem so dangerous, but so safe.
I broke down the best part of our story to whom it may concern. I think a beautiful plan. Like style, imagine what they could do. With a little more time, and a little more passion.