Oliver's p.o.v
You belong to the night and your sickness.
They claim you are not right in your mind.
Little do they know you need a friend.
My heart bleeds for you. It feels like
Heaven, but hurts like Hell.

Oliver's p.o.v
You belong to the night and your sickness.
They claim you are not right in your mind.
Little do they know you need a friend.
My heart bleeds for you. It feels like
Heaven, but hurts like Hell.
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