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"happified" poems
If anything, your lies and promises used to and still be my favorite reminiscences... Yet, my remorse, darling? Was yearning for your fictitious love... Giving you a happified privilege to watch me angsting and dying for nothing... Evenoer
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Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 8:34 PM UTC
#Remorse