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I broke my best friends heart, I wish it were me instead. Me the one who is limping with the broken wing. Why not me and why you. You could have flown so high, if I hadn't shot you down, with cupids arrow. Guess that's why you can't trust Gods.
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May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 9:33 PM UTC
n Angels lost's his wings
I broke my best friends heart, I wish it were me instead. Me the one who is limping with the broken wing. Why not me and why you. You could have flown so high, if I hadn't shot you down, with cupids arrow. Guess that's why you can't trust Gods.
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21/Gender Fluid/Bay Area
May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 9:33 PM UTC
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