Why would you
do that why
would you say
you trust me
and then fall
on my sword, burying
the cold steel to the hilt
in your warm flesh. Maybe
you trust me, but
I don't think I ever
can trust myself again
with you.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 3:12 PM UTC
Why would you
do that why
would you say
you trust me
and then fall
on my sword, burying
the cold steel to the hilt
in your warm flesh. Maybe
you trust me, but
I don't think I ever
can trust myself again
with you.
January 25, 2014
edited January 29, 2014
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