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No. I just want a, coffee nor a cigarette. And a bed to where I could stay all day, and let myself dive into your arms. I could use my day offs, Just to spend more time with you, and only you. Whose body was to be thank with. I could stare at you, whose, eyes are mixed with green and blue. And kiss you, and hug you, and sleep with you. But, all of this will remain as my beautiful nightmare, For you, I was no longer a meaning. And you just treated me as a game on truth or dare, I'm inlove with you and I hated this feeling. - 12102k15
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Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 2:07 AM UTC
A game that I can't win . . .
No. I just want a, coffee nor a cigarette. And a bed to where I could stay all day, and let myself dive into your arms. I could use my day offs, Just to spend more time with you, and only you. Whose body was to be thank with. I could stare at you, whose, eyes are mixed with green and blue. And kiss you, and hug you, and sleep with you. But, all of this will remain as my beautiful nightmare, For you, I was no longer a meaning. And you just treated me as a game on truth or dare, I'm inlove with you and I hated this feeling. - 12102k15
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Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 2:07 AM UTC
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