I'd rather spend my days in a field of flowers
For they are kinder than the rest of the world
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Perfect Kind of Hell
Thơ ca'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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I'd rather spend my days in a field of flowers
For they are kinder than the rest of the world
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