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Walking heartache Daily headache You’ll be the end of me. You’re a stone cold brute I want a shot, but don’t know how to shoot. Everything seems impossible with you. So, why do I care? Why do I stay? Maybe I’ll figure myself out some day.
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Jan 28, 2022
Jan 28, 2022 at 12:48 AM UTC
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Walking heartache Daily headache You’ll be the end of me. You’re a stone cold brute I want a shot, but don’t know how to shoot. Everything seems impossible with you. So, why do I care? Why do I stay? Maybe I’ll figure myself out some day.
#english#british#crush
EvaLove
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EvaLove
29/F
Jan 28, 2022
Jan 28, 2022 at 12:48 AM UTC
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