I have a tendecy of loving everything that destroys me.
Smells like the only Nirvana song you know.
Your lips tasted like nicotine and when you left, I started smoking cigarettes.
Eat pussy not animals.
Your name sounds moanable.
You can't be fixed my the same person who broke you.
He's my Romeo but I'm not his Juliet.
So what ? This world is already fucked up.
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