It's not love when your ocean blue eyes look right into mine and i start feeling like imight sink and cry,drown and die
I find comfort in my own sabotage
Because I knew from thebeginning it whouldn't be roses without choses
And loving eyes without lies
How can it not grieve yourheart love,seeing me trying be part of
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Author:
Aleksandra (
Offline) - Published: January 24th, 2023 05:48
- Category: Sad
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