our love is like a game of Russian Roulet, i am the gun and you, the bullet. you load me up, only once, fire me up, until you've had your fun. daringly you pull the trigger slow, ready to witness a tragic show. and when you dont leave your selfish shell, you leave me in a painful hell. until you pull the trigger and fire again, and i become just another ex-girlfriend.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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