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Aug 16
one day you'll be holding your daughter as she cries her eyes out, barely being able to breathe because of a boy that shattered her little heart with no sympathy.

remember you were once that boy and you did it to me. Didn’t even think twice you was just using me.
Written by
valentina tedesco
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