Stab my heart
Make me bleed
Your words of hatred
Have hurt me
I thought what we
had was true
My heart belongs
To no other
Just you
Now you treat me
Like dirt under your
shoe
To be stepped on
To be kicked about
Writing poetry and short stories to let people take a peek inside my mind. I also do videos, take pictures, and like to cook and share tips on cooking
Nope Not a sign for me Beer run 1 week to long I week 1 paycheck gone Beer Illegal Shit it's the cops Beer run Well are you Beer run ...
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