Heartbeat
It's over...sorryIt was the end of you…. I knew from your walk… Standing straight up with a smile on you face, You laughed at my affections…It's over...sorry
Its not like I don’t respect your choosings, I just though you’d make a better one. One that doesn’t involve leaving, Or making me regret ever loving something like you.
I guess I do talk a lot. Maybe you just couldn’t shut it up… Taking back every step towards you, Still failing at everything I do.
We made plans to grow old… Believe me I meant what I said. I going home, bu
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Miłość jest jak morderca. Wcale nie jest ślepa. To kanibal o wyjątkowo ostrym wzroku. Przypomina wiecznie głodnego owada. A co jada? Przyjaźń.
S. King
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