And if I were to pick petals off a flowers.
The petals would always hold the same.
He loves me not.
He loves me not.
He loves me not.
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dear ryan
Teen Fictiona collection of letters, poems, and rants, to the boy I love, the boy who broke my heart
december 13 , 2015
And if I were to pick petals off a flowers.
The petals would always hold the same.
He loves me not.
He loves me not.
He loves me not.