The first time he saw me, he pursued, with relentless determination, I was the apple of his eye, the object of his fascination. That churned the wheel in his mind, of evil machinations. He lied to me, a bittersweet, and laid diamonds, at my feet. And toyed my heart, til' his plan was complete. . . The man he was, was all that he wasn't, he showed me in all that he does, and all that he doesn't. But that didn't stop him, from loving me, and leaving me, when I didn't ask for his heartache, he laid on me. Now I am broken, defeated, and burning with despair, I didn't ask for his heartache, I didn't ask for his pain.Birth sign: Libra
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