I dropped a can Of Orange On the bed where we lay lying, Too frivolous in nature to keep our touch from dying Bruised fingertips And swollen lips, But none of them for me. My stubbornness deters you from the place you ought to be. I start to think that maybe we could make our… Read more
The truth lies not in him not loving me, But in him loving her just a little bit more. Ross Lynn
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