so nieve to believe that i would go weak in the knee's for a man that bleeds so easily. i would die before letting you see me cry. they say your my perfect match but your deffinatly not a good catch i loved the idea of a man with brass balls finally i wouldnt have to take controle all alone but all you've been good for is making my heart sore.
Reason for writing:
not twards any one spacific just rambling
Birth sign: Gemini
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