the first lie you told me was when you swore to never hurt me.
the last came the day i left when you spat that you had loved me.
dear boy,
love does not transition to past tense overnight.
Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 2:27 PM UTC
the first lie you told me was when you swore to never hurt me.
the last came the day i left when you spat that you had loved me.
dear boy,
love does not transition to past tense overnight.
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