But what if what she believe is the absolute nonsense of her emotions..
She knows it's you when you kiss her..
It's just..She wonders..Is she good enough..
You're restricted..only because of her..
A free man who spreads his wings..living the freedom of
a man with no boundaries..It seems like someone else was perfect
for you..you were made for her..And she was made for..
She doesn't even know.
She's just trash you picked up and cleaned..But trash is still trash.
I hope..it's just my sick demented mind playing tricks with me.
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