Honey, you are more than what this boy tells you. You aren't pretty and nice. You aren't the pretty one that gets picked first. You aren't hot. You are absolutely beautiful and a angel. You are the one that chooses. You are a attractive young lady. You follow his words like a trail. You need to make your own path. You think he's the reason you are alive. But honey, he's killing you.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Poetry
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