You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain.
Please don't ever fucking stop.
I canβt wait for the day I find you. We will both know immediately, our souls will collide and combust at the first word.
You will know I am yours.
You and me? π
Tadeusz Styka: "Tied Up" (1940)