Love is a test
It is a test of wills
A test of who will give in first
Who will be the first to say 'I am yours. Totally and completely'
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Perfect Kind of Hell
Poesía'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...
