We were fighting
I wanted to tell her
what she did to me
and I wanted
to sort it out
But she was tired
of the arguing
and told me to make myself
some hot milk
and go to sleep
She should've known
that I hate
hot milk
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 5:43 PM UTC
We were fighting
I wanted to tell her
what she did to me
and I wanted
to sort it out
But she was tired
of the arguing
and told me to make myself
some hot milk
and go to sleep
She should've known
that I hate
hot milk
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