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Once He (a) was my Two A.M., And I tried to make him (b) my Three. But to be honest, from Ten to Six A.M., It's usually just lonely ol' me.
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Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 3:05 PM UTC
False Hope, Courtesy Of Liars And Story Tellers
Once He (a) was my Two A.M., And I tried to make him (b) my Three. But to be honest, from Ten to Six A.M., It's usually just lonely ol' me.
Two and Three are different guys, to clarify. - - - Two A.M. He is my wicked hope. - - - If you know what I'm talking about message me. If you don't, don't waste my time please.
WickedHope
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Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 3:05 PM UTC
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