Childs Play ( H.S )
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Love isn't a fairytale. Love is a piece of shit. At least to me. It's the same thing, the same cycle. Over and over again. It's like playing with a little child. They won't stop asking you to play with them, they will play the same games till their bored. That's my love. A shitty, stupid, young childs play.
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Before We Knew
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