Losing him is what brought me to you
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Perfect Kind of Hell
Poesia'The torture of loving you was addicting You were like a drug that was forever in my veins Your harsh words did nothing but make me crave you more And your cruel hands did nothing but make me want to please you Everyone told me you were hell, an...
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Losing him is what brought me to you
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