Hopeless romantic
If I told you my side of the story, and they told you theirs... Two thruths different but similar would adhere ... Then maybe you, would decide the victim and who was stabbed Then again, pointing fingers isnt my trait because I think it aint fair So,keep quiet, move silent...is my now going on era.
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