The first time I held you in my arms, I was gone.
The first time I kissed you, I was gone.
The first time I slept next to you, I was gone.
The first time I slept with you, I was gone.
The first time I loved you, I was gone.
The first time you left, you took me.
I was gone.
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Stressed&Depressed
No FicciónLife is stressful and depressing so why not complain about it. Welcome to my life, I hope you enjoy the ride.
