Αφού δεν μπορώ πια να σου πω μείνε, τουλάχιστον γύρνα.
But I don’t break like glass bottles. I bend and twist and—and feel everything that’s thrown at me, and I’m tired. I just want to shatter so I never have to feel anything again.
But I don’t break like glass bottles. I bend and twist and—and feel everything that’s thrown at me, and I’m tired. I just want to shatter so I never have to feel anything again.
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