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 Sep 2015 Pedro
cartel
3:17
 Sep 2015 Pedro
cartel
It bothers me the way she looks at you
The way she makes you laugh
The way you ignore me when I walk by
And that you never called me back

It bothers me you don’t like my pictures anymore
Or that you know her fathers name
It bothers me you don’t shave your stache
Because she’ll love you just the same

It bothers me that I kept your number
After you obviously deleted mine
It bothers me I still wear your shirt to sleep
Or that you never asked if I was fine

It bothers me we don’t hang out
Or that I didn’t see us through
But what bothers me the most
Is that it doesn’t bother you
it bothers me that it bothers me
 Sep 2015 Pedro
crackedheart
You
 Sep 2015 Pedro
crackedheart
You
Everything's going to disappear 

Love will truly end 

Crying, you will see me. 

In the future, we'll be done... 

Don't forget me.

Baby, even the most 

Apologetic apology won't work

But I will forgive you

I will never allow myself to hate you 

Love and hate surely contrasts.

Also, even the most courageous

Valorous men also have fears 

And they're all afraid of something 

Life works like that, 

Everyone has something they're scared of

Right now, I'm scared of you 

I'm scared of our love 

And I want to be brave, so as 

Not to end my life

On such little things.
to my friends who know what I've gone through, try to hack the hidden message
 Sep 2015 Pedro
Insane Reverie
She whispered to me "Be good to me and I will be bad for you"
i smiled at her
generously it seemed
She blindfolded me
With scarf she has been wearing
She had her **** neck in my lips
I could feel it
The motion slowly increased
My hands were now tied
with the shirt she wore that night
She sat on me
giving me a little tease
Un buttoning the remaining
She had my mouth shut
I accepted her order
I felt dominated but
she was doing it better
I,on the other hand
Learning to catch her
That pace, that trick
She used on me to lure
How did she got it all, I wonder
every little joy she tenders
She was my first
I tried my best to hold her
I failed, she giggled
I could not see anything except for darkness
& her soul that loved me at very best
Every time she holds that thing of mine
I forgot every single dime, I paid her to be mine
The boy had his first love making with a ******* where he didn't feel guilty at all. He feel blessed.

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