Love Just Ain't Enough
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Dernière publication ven., juin 3, 2016
He must have learn to lower his pride but She seems to be unworthy for him.
She must have learned to keep it low but He's making her rage with fire
The LOVE that was lost forever.
Never to come back ever again.
Lesson Learned:
[We'renotmeantTobe]
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