you were so hopelessly attached to the illusion of love that you were satisfied with the sweet, candied lies he fed you.
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crimson
Poetry'here a seventeen year old with such a hurricane of emotions talks and rambles about her musings, and writes about lovers she hasn't met and heartbreaks she hasn't yet experienced,as well as others in its rawest state with the hopes that they may b...
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you were so hopelessly attached to the illusion of love that you were satisfied with the sweet, candied lies he fed you.
