Trust is fragile thing
Once broken it can never be fully restored
It's like chipped tea cup or plate
It was once beautiful
But one tiny mistake and it'll never be the same
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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...
