When i ran through the wall
i did not see you crying, so I
am sorry.
you claim to be a tyrant, yet
you are as soft as the roll of
tissues, eating at your mascara.
You put it aside, we did it all hot.
It is fine, you do not have to beg
me, I must always take you back.
good concern on others.........me I will always take yu back..........thank you for sharing.
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