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ever thought of calling when you’ve had a few? because I always do.

crawling back to you.

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I’m moving. To Estonia. I’m absolutely fucking made up. Tallinn, I’m going to fall in love.
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she turned my memories from watercolour to oil paintings.
and she promised me theatrics.
then she told me that there was only one end to her hearts attempt of attaining.

I still don’t know how she knew my card or which cup the ball’s still under. in all the world, I’ve never seen a magician’s hat-tricks and scare tactics strike me not with lightning, but with thunder.

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