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"Then, the feelings leave: Like the Afternoons, the Owl and the Greetings. "Cupido tried hard to shoot me, I told him not to do it, because I am Archer and I know of Arrows... he doesn't know about that, he just likes to shoot. "Not me, **** it I build arrows And I know, listen to me, Reader. ... that the Arrows don't know to love!".
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Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 7:45 AM UTC
Don't Choose Me, I Don't Know How To Love, Mine Is...
"Then, the feelings leave: Like the Afternoons, the Owl and the Greetings. "Cupido tried hard to shoot me, I told him not to do it, because I am Archer and I know of Arrows... he doesn't know about that, he just likes to shoot. "Not me, **** it I build arrows And I know, listen to me, Reader. ... that the Arrows don't know to love!".
emilcerda
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18/M/The Dominican Republic
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 7:45 AM UTC
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