I fell into the mistake to love you. I tried to make you happy, I tried to get close with you. But you don’t let me to feel the warmth of your skin chafing my cheeks. I couldn’t know what your hair smells of, and I think I'll never can.
Your thin lips are one of my desires.
I think the problem isn’t me, the problem is that you are injured inside. Your heart is made bits and you don’t let me help to recompose it. You are an undecided girl and too humble, but I like this, but sometimes this enrages me because it makes you disvalues.
You are terrific, my child, you are pure diamond
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