What Dead Men Have and Rich Require
Saturday, January 11, 2014
And it's a blind eye
That you see with, one that I'm dying to love you from behind the text bubbles that tell you you're gorgeous and that I miss you.
It always happens like this. I love you when you don't love me.
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