you're my glass

you're my glass

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'If 'glasses' was a word for the infinite love I have for you, then every glass in this world would be broken. Every glass would be shattered. Not because I hate you. But because it can't handle the amount of love I have for you' the naive 20 year old grown ass mam said to his stalkee. 'And if clothes were the same as glasses, all your clothes would be ripped off and I would still not want to look at you naked even if it means you grabbing out my eye balls' Dark romance is just another dream. A nightmare. But for some, it is a daydream. Will theirs be one like a nightmare or a daydream?
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