I love when you just cross me with a dagger of a glare,
our eyes finally meet
but then the thought of the gloomy world
who never lets us meet forces me to turn myself!
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 8:26 AM UTC
I love when you just cross me with a dagger of a glare,
our eyes finally meet
but then the thought of the gloomy world
who never lets us meet forces me to turn myself!
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