Tu cries, tu souffres, et tu souris
Tu broies du noir, et tu rougis
You cry out, you suffer, and you smile
You are depressed, and you blush
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Story by Violette
Belle Âme
"Right now, I don't know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge..."
"Can I pick?"
