Fatima Aamer Bilal, From And We Didnt Talk After That.
fatima aamer bilal, from and we didn’t talk after that.
[text id: what wants to hurt you doesn't need to touch you / and i'm reaching until my last breath / falling in love is an eerie flame / and i'm burning to death.]
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