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Nov 2014
it's the way he held his cigarette between his fingers, you just knew he was up to no good. All you wanted to do was inhale all the toxic gas cause he was killing you and you loved every second of it.
How am I supposed to resist a bad boy thats a good man?
The Habits of My Heart
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