the cold made my nose red i felt a little warmthi thought maybe it was your cigeratte i watched it burnall the way to the endsomething reminded me
your eyes were blood shot and you kept getting stucki stared at you until you smirked back at mei realizedhow perfect we'd be until you broke my hearti'd break your's back it would be okayno ones perfect anymore. def not me.
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