He dedicates his life:
movements,
rest,
presence,
heart,
to a temporary individual that seemed permanent.
She dedicates her life:
movements,
rest,
presence,
heart,
to someone else.
Her love is poisonous; he drinks it as if it's pure, but chokes on the concentration of lies and deceit.
(men are trash?)
(what are woman then?)
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 12:36 PM UTC
He dedicates his life:
movements,
rest,
presence,
heart,
to a temporary individual that seemed permanent.
She dedicates her life:
movements,
rest,
presence,
heart,
to someone else.
Her love is poisonous; he drinks it as if it's pure, but chokes on the concentration of lies and deceit.
(men are trash?)
(what are woman then?)
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