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where are you now? oh darling I’m still waiting for you at the front door with dead roses in my bleeding hands, while the thorns won’t die like the feeling of missing you in my life.View all Conversations
Stories by A.🪽
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𝐂𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒...
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𝟭𝟵:𝟯𝟵
I would say that:
I loved you in my own way,
and you,
in your own way you have destroyed me.
