Im mently breaking down and your words are like bullets they hurt with each letter another round is fired you say its "sophisticated" and that its for the better, but what if you were my better, Not my everything, but definitely my something, my something cute my something sweet my something to love, my someone special, you were mine
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
Im mently breaking down and your words are like bullets they hurt with each letter another round is fired you say its "sophisticated" and that its for the better, but what if you were my better, Not my everything, but definitely my something, my something cute my something sweet my something to love, my someone special, you were mine
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