“And I'm not gonna make you feel love, if you don't, I would rather learn what it feels like to burn than feel nothing at all.
Oh, I used to treat you sweetly. I would pull you to my chest as you cried about the ocean slipping quickly through your hands. You were searching for one grain of sand along an endless beach. As I was building you a castle that you just refused to see.”
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