To **** her love with your death is but a tragedy.
The lucky few who find this fate are the ones who blindly see.
That in the end all love dies and so too will thee.
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 1:25 AM UTC
To **** her love with your death is but a tragedy.
The lucky few who find this fate are the ones who blindly see.
That in the end all love dies and so too will thee.
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