the three of us in the still night make up your mind are you gonna choose now or will we go through the grind after what weve been through running from our enemies old ladies crossing to get away dogs leaning against trees i dont want this now as the cold winds blow and my feeling that you will pick him begins to grow and grow and so saith i: do we have to wait forever for you to make your decision don't get emotional make it to precision iciness frosts my body my hearts like a rolls-royce im not waiting anymore MAKE YOUR FUCKING CHOICE!!
Reason for writing:
he picked him
Birth sign: Aries
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