NO good man, no good reason, for me to deal with, your treason, you'd probably even lie about the season, if it wasn't raining on my head, if your so called love was lethal, I'd probably be dead. Low Life man, too many lies, can't even see, into my eyes, can't wait to get, in between my thighs, but it's not in my plan, didn't have your own daddy, and now you can't be a man, if I continue to stay with you, I'd be doing a disservice, to your life and my own, be a man on your two feet, and do this on your own, I got to carry the world on my shoulders, and shield you from it at the same time, now its time for me to be happy, its time to get mine, I can't live in your misery, or the history, between us I mean this, it was me, you, our love, or your penis, - you chose the latter, and now I urge you to scatter, I say with a kiss, stop defining your man hood, through chump change, and your penis. . . No good boy, too many lies will be sheltered. between my thighs, the higher I am, your tippy toes would not place you, before my eyes. Protect and Provide Stand up and be a man, I urge you to rise.Birth sign: Libra
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