Jul 28
I wore my heart on my sleeve
For way too many years
And now she is tattered and torn
I still ball up the shreds
And hand them to men
In hopes she won't come back worse
For way too many years
And now she is tattered and torn
I still ball up the shreds
And hand them to men
In hopes she won't come back worse
Loving love is a curse
(27/F/Home)
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