He was my own personal hell. And yet, I couldnít get out of it.
Love's an excuse to get hurt. And to hurt. Do you
like to hurt? I do,
I do, then hurt me.
The crazy b*tch wanted to be with a bad boy...
I certainly didnít like the outlook of this...
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