One last kiss; I hope for.
I've ruined everything we dreamed of.
Nothing beats that ding
when I cling
Is there anything more I can dream or hope for?
I'm a bitch
I'm a whore...
nothing less, nothing more.
"Tongue of Shakespeare"; nevermore
words of wisdom; spoken by more.
Oh, how much I wanted to call you mi Amor...
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