I miss you,Asshole. <3
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Last published Sat, Mar 5, 2016
« Je te déteste », voilà les mots que j'aimerais employer pour ta personne mais je n'y arrive pas. Pourtant j'ai essayé mainte en mainte reprise mais j'ai toujours autant d'amour à ton égard. On s'était promis d'être toujours là l'un pour l'autre, de ne jamais se lâcher et pourtant en ce moment ma main ne ressens qu'un vide.
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