Sometimes i really miss her, but then i remember how she hurt me like no one did. Then i question if she ever really loved me? Did i really matter for her? Or was a just another person? Disposable and easy to forget?
Sometimes i really miss her, but then i remember how she hurt me like no one did. Then i question if she ever really loved me? Did i really matter for her? Or was a just another person? Disposable and easy to forget?
THE ROOM WAS FIT FOR TWO, THE BED WAS LEFT IN RUINS, THE NEIGHBOR WAS KNOCKING YEAH, BUT NO ONE WOULD LET IN, TOUCH ME YEAHHHHHH I WANT YOU TO TOUCH ME THEREEEEEEE
Hey mama how u doin
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