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my parents once told me to never love someone more than he loves myself for it will be the death of me but i guess i have died thousand times for i easily fell for someone with their little habits the little curve that appears when he smiles his sunbleached skin flashes of emotions that appear across his face but oh my he turned my heart to shambles for he held cigs like no one ever did and drink stuffs that he should not drink spread words of love with empty feelings as if love is just an empty shell i once thought that he was a saint for that was the reason he shines more than anybody else but he is just like any other people a wolf covered in sheep skin
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Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 5:41 AM UTC
the twisted theory of love
my parents once told me to never love someone more than he loves myself for it will be the death of me but i guess i have died thousand times for i easily fell for someone with their little habits the little curve that appears when he smiles his sunbleached skin flashes of emotions that appear across his face but oh my he turned my heart to shambles for he held cigs like no one ever did and drink stuffs that he should not drink spread words of love with empty feelings as if love is just an empty shell i once thought that he was a saint for that was the reason he shines more than anybody else but he is just like any other people a wolf covered in sheep skin
lets-live
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Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 5:41 AM UTC
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