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Oct 1
Care is the way I try and share,  
Yet how to care? That varies, I swear.  
With a heart so bruised, I tread with care,  
For heartbreak's weight is too much to bear.  

While some have nine lives to rise and fall,  
I hold just one, so I guard it all.  
Through pain and wounds, I strive to be cool,  
Protecting my heart beneath open skies.
I have no idea about the real definition of care, I'm not a person of words, so I show it by giving what I have, not really care how it cost (not really about money). And I have a real situation about health, so I can't have a heartbreak, so the question is: are they trustworthy? If yes, I will give them a knife. They can **** me, seriously. I'm sorry, I know you just try to convince me in good way, but I can't do it easily, my friend.
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sweetycandy  29/F
(29/F)   
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