Dec 2018
Its a given that eventually I'll mess up,
beside all the misery, I'll always fill your cup.
But,
I'm afraid to rupture your fragile heart
It frightens me that your love would someday depart
beside all the misery, I'll always fill your cup.
But,
I'm afraid to rupture your fragile heart
It frightens me that your love would someday depart
forever in love
~F
~F
(16/F/Itomorie)
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