Can't Care Too Much
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Acid words come from the tongues of murderers. Gunshots murder on the roof of the saint. The last wishes of a man condemned to death are whispered. Falling is the tool of destruction. This is the poem of a man doomed to fall, an angel without wings that cannot fly, and a friendship on the brink of being shattered. But there is always hope. Johnlock, if you squint.