Maybe it was the blood in the corner of his mouth, the scratches down his arms. It could have been the busted knuckles, with fresh red liquid dripping of them, I just knew he had to be my life. After all this dark curly haired boy just saved me from an asshole.
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Maybe it was the blood in the corner of his mouth, the scratches down his arms. It could have been the busted knuckles, with fresh red liquid dripping of them, I just knew he had to be my life. After all this dark curly haired boy just saved me from an asshole.