I don't have a good camera, so I write about how I see you.
segunda-feira, 11 de julho de 2016
come and find me
You said you were back in town for a while and wanted to see me. The lack of effort to drive to my house proved you were lying. It was not just about the beers, it was about fears. Next time don't be such a baby, don't make it about tears.
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