I lied to you on a Thursday before I left home. I said I was in love with someone similar to you. You said how f^cked up my choices were if I found love with someone like you. I only laughed at you back then.
F^cked up is an understatement. You were more than that.
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Trinkets
ПоэзияIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
