voice voice voice
6.17.2014 @ 22:57
I wish I could make up a word that would sound like your
voice; because if I could then god bless this horrid mess I’ll stay up awake
every night embedding your voice into the parchment of my books. And your voice
will be the first thing I breathe in the morning; and the last I will when I
hopefully die soon.
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