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About Me
The day the controller slips from my hand, the day my fingers glance the keyboard, the day the mouse trembles in my grasp. Is the day she turns everything beautiful to lifeless, this bleeding heart; found broken. -
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The day the controller slips from my hand, the day my fingers glance the keyboard, the day the mouse trembles in my grasp. Is the day she turns everything beautiful to lifeless, this bleeding heart; found broken.
