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Oct 2014
Promise me this:
Promise you won't call anymore.
And you won't send me flowers.
You won't listen to our song.
And you won't build me all these towers.
You won't speak to me ever.
Nor write me a single letter.
*But over all, promise me you'll keep breaking your promises,
especially the ones you just vowed to.
Nessa dieR
Written by
Nessa dieR  F/N.L. Tamaulipas
(F/N.L. Tamaulipas)   
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