I loved you so much it fucken hurt. Scars on my wrist no pain can tell n no pain can get you back to me.
I miss the way we used to talk till 4 in the morning or even fall alseep over the phone. How you were the first one to say the 3 words i craved for. Do u still cause all I know is left me with a broken heart
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 12:41 PM UTC
I loved you so much it fucken hurt. Scars on my wrist no pain can tell n no pain can get you back to me.
I miss the way we used to talk till 4 in the morning or even fall alseep over the phone. How you were the first one to say the 3 words i craved for. Do u still cause all I know is left me with a broken heart
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