Do you think I care so little for you that betraying me would make a difference?
...you need faith for the same reasons that it’s so hard to find
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only a full house gonna make a home
Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes that I am not there..
I swear I didn’t mean for it to feel like this—like every inch of me is bruised
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map