So I told you I loved you,
and you laughed and called me a whore.
It didn't matter,
because at night,
when you were sleeping,
I liked to trim your eyelashes,
and write lewd message on the back of your neck,
where you'd never find them.
I kept telling myself,
that you would love me,
one day,
maybe.
and you laughed and called me a whore.
It didn't matter,
because at night,
when you were sleeping,
I liked to trim your eyelashes,
and write lewd message on the back of your neck,
where you'd never find them.
I kept telling myself,
that you would love me,
one day,
maybe.
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