Look at her pretty face, her baby face. Look at her eyes when she smiles. They looked beautiful. They were so cute. I love her. I love her so much. Fuck. Fuck. I hate that I'm in love.
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I hate how I feel because of you. I hate the feeling I have inside of me because of you. I hate this. I hate the butterfly in my belly, I hate the red in my cheeks, I hate the smile in my face.
I hate that I'm in love with you. I hate this. But I'm happy you know. I'm fucking happy that my heart choose you.
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I might die because of her cuteness like, look at her eyes when she smiles at me !? They were so beautiful, so cute. And look at her way to talk. She's cute as fuck. She looks so small and so smart. I love her. I love you you know?
VOUS LISEZ
Un jour sans titre
PoetryCe "livre" est un regroupement de texte que j'écris lorsque je vais mal, lorsque je touche le fond, que j'ai besoin de me défouler. La plupart de mes textes sont tristes mais il peut y en avoir des joyeux mêmes s'ils sont beaucoup plus rares.
