Papers: The New Girl
I hear the sound of the door opening, and I feel like the sky's opening, although I wouldn't see it anyways. But my desperate pleas for help are drowned. Who would think I'd die drowned in papers.
I hear the sound of the door opening, and I feel like the sky's opening, although I wouldn't see it anyways. But my desperate pleas for help are drowned. Who would think I'd die drowned in papers.
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