I'll cry you a pond, a lake, a river. Whatever it takes for you to stay. Knowing you, you'll probably build a boat and cross the water to be with somebody else. I'd give you my heart but you'll ask why not my liver. I didnt want to fall in love with you, but you make it very hard not to. Although I hate you, at the same time, I'd give you my last of everything. You don't care though and I guess that's just okay.
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To Be Honest
Short StoryA collection of short stories. You call it horror stories, I call it life.
