So this is what it's come to ?
Alright, I'll accept it.
Bitch.
You loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee her ?
Okk,
HAVE FUN
Good luck.
Lipstick.
Blush brush.
I don't know what you see in her.
FAKKEEE.
Thats what I see.
What a painted whore.
I wanna leave.
Just walk out.
Pleaseee.
You want me ?
Where were you?
Not near me, thats right.
Please don't lie to me.
If this is a game to you, you're pretty fcuking sick.
My heart isnt' a toy, it's not to be messed around with.
So don't.
Go find your painted whore.
and leave me alone.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
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