I don't remember her. But she feels special. There's this hole in my heart every time I draw her; you know, a sick sort — C. Robert Cargill, Dreams and Shadows
I don't remember her. But she feels special. There's this hole in my heart every time I draw her; you know, a sick sort — C. Robert Cargill, Dreams and Shadows
I don't remember her. But she feels special. There's this hole in my heart every time I draw her; you know, a sick sort — C. Robert Cargill, Dreams and Shadows
I don't remember her. But she feels special. There's this hole in my heart every time I draw her; you know, a sick sort — C. Robert Cargill, Dreams and Shadows
I don't remember her. But she feels special. There's this hole in my heart every time I draw her; you know, a sick sort — C. Robert Cargill, Dreams and Shadows
I don't remember her. But she feels special. There's this hole in my heart every time I draw her; you know, a sick sort — C. Robert Cargill, Dreams and Shadows
I don't remember her. But she feels special. There's this hole in my heart every time I draw her; you know, a sick sort — C. Robert Cargill, Dreams and Shadows
I don't remember her. But she feels special. There's this hole in my heart every time I draw her; you know, a sick sort — C. Robert Cargill, Dreams and Shadows
I don't remember her. But she feels special. There's this hole in my heart every time I draw her; you know, a sick sort — C. Robert Cargill, Dreams and Shadows
I don't remember her. But she feels special. There's this hole in my heart every time I draw her; you know, a sick sort — C. Robert Cargill, Dreams and Shadows
I don't remember her. But she feels special. There's this hole in my heart every time I draw her; you know, a sick sort — C. Robert Cargill, Dreams and Shadows
I don't remember her. But she feels special. There's this hole in my heart every time I draw her; you know, a sick sort — C. Robert Cargill, Dreams and Shadows
I don't remember her. But she feels special. There's this hole in my heart every time I draw her; you know, a sick sort — C. Robert Cargill, Dreams and Shadows
I don't remember her. But she feels special. There's this hole in my heart every time I draw her; you know, a sick sort — C. Robert Cargill, Dreams and Shadows
I don't remember her. But she feels special. There's this hole in my heart every time I draw her; you know, a sick sort — C. Robert Cargill, Dreams and Shadows
I don't remember her. But she feels special. There's this hole in my heart every time I draw her; you know, a sick sort — C. Robert Cargill, Dreams and Shadows
I don't remember her. But she feels special. There's this hole in my heart every time I draw her; you know, a sick sort — C. Robert Cargill, Dreams and Shadows
I don't remember her. But she feels special. There's this hole in my heart every time I draw her; you know, a sick sort — C. Robert Cargill, Dreams and Shadows
I don't remember her. But she feels special. There's this hole in my heart every time I draw her; you know, a sick sort — C. Robert Cargill, Dreams and Shadows
I don't remember her. But she feels special. There's this hole in my heart every time I draw her; you know, a sick sort — C. Robert Cargill, Dreams and Shadows
I don't remember her. But she feels special. There's this hole in my heart every time I draw her; you know, a sick sort — C. Robert Cargill, Dreams and Shadows
I don't remember her. But she feels special. There's this hole in my heart every time I draw her; you know, a sick sort — C. Robert Cargill, Dreams and Shadows
I don't remember her. But she feels special. There's this hole in my heart every time I draw her; you know, a sick sort — C. Robert Cargill, Dreams and Shadows
I don't remember her. But she feels special. There's this hole in my heart every time I draw her; you know, a sick sort — C. Robert Cargill, Dreams and Shadows
I don't remember her. But she feels special. There's this hole in my heart every time I draw her; you know, a sick sort — C. Robert Cargill, Dreams and Shadows
I don't remember her. But she feels special. There's this hole in my heart every time I draw her; you know, a sick sort — C. Robert Cargill, Dreams and Shadows
I don't remember her. But she feels special. There's this hole in my heart every time I draw her; you know, a sick sort — C. Robert Cargill, Dreams and Shadows
I don't remember her. But she feels special. There's this hole in my heart every time I draw her; you know, a sick sort — C. Robert Cargill, Dreams and Shadows
I don't remember her. But she feels special. There's this hole in my heart every time I draw her; you know, a sick sort — C. Robert Cargill, Dreams and Shadows
I don't remember her. But she feels special. There's this hole in my heart every time I draw her; you know, a sick sort — C. Robert Cargill, Dreams and Shadows
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I don't remember her. But she feels special. There's this hole in my heart every time I draw her; you know, a sick sort of feeling. Like she's someone I lost.

— C. Robert Cargill, Dreams and Shadows
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