He Told Me to Stop Thinking and I Did
My mind races. His voice is slower. "Give it to me." Surrender felt like exhaling a secret I didn't know I was holding.
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My mind races. His voice is slower. "Give it to me." Surrender felt like exhaling a secret I didn't know I was holding.
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