He calls me fake. I gulps my sob. He says I use him and my eyes get wet. He calls me heartless and a tears escapes. Every fucking accuse is like a hot spear through this heart. m I really that of a monster ????
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He calls me fake. I gulps my sob. He says I use him and my eyes get wet. He calls me heartless and a tears escapes. Every fucking accuse is like a hot spear through this heart. m I really that of a monster ????