From the moment,
our eyes met with each other,i knew you were meant for me.
little did I know,i killed myself countless times with this fake belief.
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fake belief
From the moment,
our eyes met with each other,i knew you were meant for me.
little did I know,i killed myself countless times with this fake belief.
