Lie with me. You closed your eyes: I didn’t care you were pretending I was someone else. I kept mine open: and prayed to the ceiling tiles that you wouldn’t fall in love with me; I wondered which of us was really being fucked. Share this:FacebookTwitterLike this:Like Loading...
This right here… I don’t if I had to answer this question, I would.. I would say it’s the both of them.. I would divulge into why it’s more of a paradoxical screw up but I think you already know that. Beautiful, I love. LikeLike Reply
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I relate to this on so many levels
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This right here… I don’t if I had to answer this question, I would.. I would say it’s the both of them..
I would divulge into why it’s more of a paradoxical screw up but I think you already know that.
Beautiful, I love.
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Thank you. ❤ ❤
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*I don’t know
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