In the early days you ran about me, thought I wouldn't pan it out see. I remember you lonely girl, seeking shelter in a lonely world. Carrying your third mistake, it couldn't wait and for heavens sake you struck gold. She found a nice estate with a decent yard and a closing gate.
I'm like her.
In the pits and quaint with nothing, every love is fight or flight.
All or nothing.
Quiet night.
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Author:
Akamykowski (
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- Category: Sad
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