Imagine you get out of bed, stumbling on weak legs after a rough night with Harry. He comes up behind you and swoops you up bridal style. "I can walk!" You giggle. "Can you?" Harry growls darkly, "Then that's the problem. It seems that I haven't done my job right."
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Don't Let Me Go Cause I'm Tired Of Feeling Alone
PoetryDear Louis, Finding you lifeless and cold on the floor was one of the hardest moments. I've ever had to experience. I know that you'd never want to cause me pain but I am broken and hurt.
