I don’t know what’s more twisted, my dear.
The fact that I let you go
Or
The fact that you keep coming back.
Maybe I’m the one that returns
But
Only in moments of weakness
Like
This one.
I don’t know what’s more twisted, my dear.
The fact that I let you go
Or
The fact that you keep coming back.
Maybe I’m the one that returns
But
Only in moments of weakness
Like
This one.
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