Breaking
I was longing, my heart bursting
Shivers were running through my spine
As I fought to keep my lips sealed
For the one that once was mine
No contact means no small talk to
You’ll never be ‘someone’ standing at my door
Still, you can make or break me
And breaking is what I’m protecting myself for
Shivers were running through my spine
As I fought to keep my lips sealed
For the one that once was mine
No contact means no small talk to
You’ll never be ‘someone’ standing at my door
Still, you can make or break me
And breaking is what I’m protecting myself for
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| Auteur: _boy_ | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: de redactie | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 21 oktober 2020 | ||
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