You want every ounce of my love, but you aren't willing to give me a drop of yours.
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YOU ARE READING
Perfect Kind of Hell
Poetry'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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You want every ounce of my love, but you aren't willing to give me a drop of yours.
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