3 weeks ago
My mother told me I was wrong about them. I screamed and cried and fought her off, telling her it was true, the government had turned and they were planning something, something big.
I ran to you, We were together again. I could love you no matter what. We went to vegas, Where we finally got married. But the air wasn't different in America. Everything, Everywhere was going wrong. Because things were too right.
It was all over the world; No escape route.
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